“Mom, can you get Cedar some ginger ale?”
“I’ve been there,” she said, “it’s the not knowing, but Damian and his crew are really good at what they do. Killian’s an agent and a sheriff, and Brock has had to learn how to survive. It’s going to be okay.”
I nodded, but I wouldn’t be okay until they were back. All of them.
“Maybe you should try to eat something. You barely touched your breakfast,” Thea said. I moved to the sink and rinsed out my mouth.
“I usually eat a lot, but I couldn’t get myself to. It smelled delicious, but my stomach protested.”
I splashed some water on my face, reached for the towel and saw the look she was giving me. “What?”
“I don’t mean to step out of turn, but when was the last time you had your period?”
I stared at her in the mirror, her words not registering immediately, and then my hands dropped on the edge of the sink, my focus shifting to my belly. “I don’t remember.”
My head jerked up, and despite all that was going on, warmth moved through me, chased by a joy that rushed through my body and ended with the smile that covered my face. “Oh my god.”
“I have a test,” she offered.
A part of me thought I should wait, but a part of me didn’t want to. Wanted to give that to Killian when he got back. Hoping like hell I could.
I turned to her. “I’d like that test.”
She squeezed my arm. “I’ll be right back.” She stopped at the door. “I know nothing. You take it, keep it and, hopefully, share it with your man.”
“Thank you, Thea.”
After she dropped the test off, I could hear her distracting the others by getting them to help her make dinner. I never knew three minutes could be so long. I waited, chewed on my lip, and waited some more then saw the results, dropped on the toilet and cried.
Chapter Thirty
Brock
I pulled thehood off, and Declan squinted at the light. We were in a place my crew used often. It had been a shitstorm at the penthouse, and while Damian and his crew handled damage control, I took Declan.
“What the fuck?” Declan said, his focus finally coming to me. He looked surprised, but then he thought it was Dominic’s men coming for him. “Brock?” He grinned. “Hey, Man.”
“You’ve been busy,” I said.
“What do you mean?”
There was a time I would have believed he was clueless, but that was his thing: disarming people by making them believe he was clueless, meanwhile he was sticking the knife in their back.
“I honestly didn’t think you had it in you.”
Some of the good boy easiness dried up. Yeah, play on his ego, because the fucker had a big one.
“Not surprising the cops never looked at you for Ashley’s death. Who’d have believed you would be capable of, well, anything. Shit, you couldn’t even find your cock half of the time, and we all know how much you love that.”
Temper stirred.
“Where is she?” I didn’t really give a shit. My mother had never been one, but I wanted him to talk, to spill it all.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Okay, let’s try this. Why did you want me to kill Kenneth?”
“Kill him? We were friends.”