Page 14 of Enemy Boss's Baby Surprise

With bags weighed down with sugary cereal and canned veggies, I make it out to my trunk, managing to stuff the groceries in along with all my luggage. Then I hop back in and turn onto the main road to head up higher into the mountains.

In the cupholder, my phone starts to buzz. Amy’s Facetiming me. I put the phone in the little cradle I have on the dash and answer. “Hello from the middle of nowhere!”

“Kira? Is that you? You’re all fuzzy.”

“I could say the same of you!” My eyes flick to the service bars on my phone. “I’m in the mountains. Got like two bars up here.”

“That’s more than I got!” she giggles. “How Inyo looking?”

I glance around at the towering trees. “Crisp from the summer. But beautiful. I don’t even know how high up I am.”

“Agh, I miss it there. I wish you would have let me come with you.”

“You shouldn’t have offered your husband’s cabin if you were going to be disappointed I wanted to go alone,” I say.

Amy squeals. “Husband! You said husband.”

Cue the eye roll. “Yes, Amy. He’s been your husband for like weeks now.”

“Weeks is nothing! You’ll understand when you’re older.”

I try not to take umbrage with the comment, but having your little sister experience much of life before you do is definitely not the best feeling in the world.

“Anyway, you know I’m just teasing you. I know you get out of town for yourinspiration.”

I smile. “Well, I’m still very grateful to Hunter for offering to let me use the cabin.”

“Don’t thank him. It was my idea.”

“What was your idea?” I hear Hunter’s voice off-camera.

“Honey! You’re home!” Amy disappears for a second. The camera can’t catch her fast movement. I glance at the service bars again.

Shit, I’m down to one.

“Hey, Ames, I should probably.”

“Say ‘hi’,” I hear her whisper to Hunter.

Hunter ducks his head down to look in the camera, just a swatch of dark-colored hair and beard. “Hey, Kira.”

I turn onto the road I marked earlier on my map. I knew I’d lose out on service and didn’t want to be stuck in the middle of nowhere with a cell phone with no service. “Hi, Hunter.”

“Where – you –“

“Hey, you’re starting to cut out,” I say. “I think my service is –”

The road gets thinner and thinner until I hit the bridge Amy warned me about. Rickety, wooden, old. My heart starts pounding.

“She’s at – cabin –”

Hunter starts to exclaim something, but the lack of service slows down his voice like he’s a robot in slow motion.

“Guys? Hello?”

The screen is frozen on two blurred figures that look like they’re in the middle of an argument.

“Great.” I hang up the call and then take a deep breath. “It’s just a bridge, Kira, you can do this.”

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