“Are you seriously crying?” Cami asks.
“It’s just hormones. You know I’ve been like this for months,” she waves us off.
“At least, now I know why,” Cami laughs.
“What do you think, pretty girl?” I ask Lyra, who has her head on Josephine’s shoulder with her fingers in her mouth.
She smiles at her around those fingers. “Pwetty.”
“Think Nane and Daddy will like it?” Cami asks.
She keeps smiling with a nod.
“They’re all out there waiting,” Josephine tells us. “Why don’t we go find out?”
Cami and I grin at each other and nod. We walk into thesuite's living room, where all the guys are sitting around talking about who knows what. It could be anything from cars to tattoos to music.
“Damn!” Liam is the first to acknowledge us. “You two look sexy as hell.”
The rest of the guys look up.They all voice their approval,but my eyes are only on one guy. His mouth hangs open, and his eyes are wide.
“So, we’re taking the girls out,” Maddox announces.
“And Angel and I are watching Lyra so Cara and Jake can go,” Josephine tacks on.
“We are?” Angel asks, looking very confused.
Honestly, all the guys look confused.
“If we’re going out, why haven’t we been getting ready?” Ryder questions.
“Because we’re rock stars.What do we need to do to get ready?” Maddoxtells him. “Not like we’re going to wear anything different.”
“True,” Ryder nods his agreement.
Dane is the first one up, pulling Cami into his side. “Am I going to be holding your hair back again tonight?” he teases her.
She slaps his chest with a laugh. “That happened once.”
“Twice,” he amends.
“Whatever,” she rolls her eyes, but it doesn’t hide how much she loves him.
“Let’s go, guys,” Maddoxjerks his head toward the door. “We have dinner reservations first.”
“We’ll take Lyra to our room,” Josephine tells us.
“Angel,” Lyra whispers, nearly asleep already.
“Come on, Princess. You get to stay withJosie and me tonight,” he takes her from Josephine with a glare. “Stop picking her up,” he warns.
“I’m pregnant, not helpless,” Josephine grumbles.
“And she weighs more than twenty pounds.”
“Stay off of Google.”
They leave, still bickering back and forth.
