“Is my brother ready to come out?” He twists his hands in my shirt.
“Not yet. But soon,” she replies to the eager kiddo.
“You don’t know if it’s a brother, Bennett. It could be a sister,” Lucy argues.
Jack returns and hands his wife a bottle of water. “We’re all going to find out together.”
“Hey, any word on how Spencer’s doing? I haven’t bumped into Sutton or Silas since we were at Sunset.”
“I saw Sutton at the store yesterday. He said Spencer received some burns from a work accident and they flew him to Regions Burn Center.”
“Shit, that bad?”
Jack’s mouth forms a grim line. “It’s not good, but he’s alive. His buddy wasn’t so lucky. Sounds like the bills are going to be a problem too so the family is working on putting an auction together.”
“Let me know what I can do to help.”
My phone dings with a text. I keep a hand on Bennett while I retrieve it so he doesn’t go jumping on the couch and jostling his mother. The boy is a bruiser. I think he fell no less than five times in the four hours since his parents dropped him off.
Isla:
Where are you?
Me:
At my house still. Jack and Whitney are here getting the kids
Isla:
She’s okay?
Me:
Seems that way. Either that or she broke out on her own
Isla:
Don’t go anywhere. I’m coming to you
Me:
Is everything okay?
Isla:
No. I’m fine, but I’ll explain when I get there
Me:
I’ll be waiting, starshine
Isla:
Thanks, lover
“Isla’s on her way.Something’s up, but she didn’t want to tell me over text.”
His gray eyes study mine. “Need me to stick around?”
