“Sorry about that. Emily's due next month. Apparently, it's no less nerve-racking the second go. Emily was early with the boys, but this one? I have a feeling our daughter is taking her time.”
“Daughter?” Cam repeated.
“It's a girl this time. Emily wanted to find out. She's not big on surprises.”
“Got a name picked out?” Cam asked.
Nathan came around the desk to walk with Cam out of the office.
“Yeah, but I’m nervous about it.” Nathan shoved his hands into his pants pockets.
“Nervous?”
Nathan stopped at the doorway and spoke in a low tone as if this information were more classified than the material they had just been discussing. “Emily wants to name the baby after Twitch.”
“Twitch Bishop?” Cam grinned.
“Her real name. I warned Emily, Twitch doesn’t ever use her name, doesn’t answer to it, and very few people outside of this office even know it, but Emily insists it's perfect.”
“What's her name?” Cam asked.
Nathan rechecked his phone. “You’ll find out in a month or so.”
Cam shook his head through a laugh, and both men headed for the exit.
Cam climbed into his 4Runner, both relieved by and grateful for Nathan's support. He didn’t have that kind of leeway in his former job, and the encounter left him feeling confident in his decision to join Bishop Security. He started the car, then, out of habit or paranoia, checked his surroundings. Despite his renewed sense of determination, a looming sense of dread lingered.