Page 152 of Pucking Rebound
“Three spoons as requested.” The cheery waitress lays our silverware on the table.
“Just two.” Wade holds up two fingers.
I clear my throat. “Three is fine.” I pull the extra spoon toward me.
“Because you’re eating for two? That’s a shameful excuse.” Wade laughs.
“No, because Zane’s arrived.” I look up and point to him strolling toward our booth.
“What?” Wade looks as if he’s seen the devil in the flesh, his face screwing up a little.
I shuffle along, moving closer to Wade, making space for Zane. “It’s time, Wade. Hear him out.”
Surprising me, Wade agrees and for the next hour, I watch my burly brother slowly accept Zane as his half-brother, just as I am his half-sister.
And it’s a beautiful thing to witness and be part of.
Sandwiched between my new family, I know I’m going to be okay.
Although, I know I have to face Jordy tomorrow in what is going to be the biggest surprise of Wade’s life.
Let’s hope we can pull it off.
And let’s hope I don’t break down when I see Jordy for the first time in a month.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Lola
“Why are we at Marcus’ house?” Wade asks me as we run up the front steps of his mansion.
After sending him a video of a fake interview Kali, which he thought was televised, where she announced she was pregnant, I flew through Wade’s door at Caulder Creek and told him that Kali was leaving Edmonton and moving to New York with his baby.
I coerced him into the shower, made him shave, and brought him a suit to change into, telling him she was having a going away party, and we were crashing it.
Which brings us to Marcus’s house. The venue for the big surprise, which he thinks is her farewell party. Spoiler: it’s not.
I’m about to see Jordy and I don’t feel prepared for that.
There is no way I am telling him I’m pregnant today.
This is Kali and Wade’s day. Not mine.
I reply to Wade’s question as to why we are at his father’s home. “Because he’s the one throwing the party for her.” I carefully hike my long navy dress up so it doesn’t get caught in my heels. “She did great things for his business. It’s his repayment of sorts,” I add, lying through my teeth.
I can feel his doubt slipping in. “I can hardly keep a low profile, can I? Everyone knows my face. Christ, this is my dad’s house,” he says, looking as scared as a caged animal.
“Oh, shut up. You’re making me nervous. Where now, Max?” I ask Kali’s driver, pretending not to know the way.
“This way.” Kali’s driver leads us past the cream marble sweeping stairway with chandeliers bigger than the Bellagio hanging from the ceiling.
“Woah.” Wade gasps looking up at the sparkling crystals.
“Maybe you’ll inherit this.” I try to lighten the mood.
“Shut up.”
I love how we are already disagreeing like siblings. It feels nice.
