“Easier to getGoldilocks and the Grumpy Bearout now than after the little one is here. Plus, it needs to come out before Christmas. And I promise not to publish until she’s at least a few months old.” Morgan laughed as she headed out of the room to take the call.
“Hey, Dad, can we swim? Andy said I can’t beat him, and I know I can,” Steve asked Marc.
“We have forty-five minutes or so until dinner,” Beth answered when Marc looked at her in silent question. “If you don’t mind going out with them.”
“Sure,” Marc said, glancing out to the pool. A year ago, they had converted the pool area into an indoor/outdoor space. They’d even managed to design the collapsible walls in a way that didn’t ruin the gorgeous ocean views.
“First one in wins.” Steve flew out of the room to get his suit on while Andy stayed, never slowing his queso consumption.
Beth sent her husband a glare, and Marc cleared his throat.
“Hey, Nick, can you help me with the kids?”
Will’s jaw locked. She was clearing the room. It might be subtle, but Will knew her tricks. So did Nick, because he sent Will ayou’re screwedsmirk as he grabbed Peyton and followed Marc outside.
“Do you not want to swim, Andy? Or do you just not want to race? You don’t have to,” Beth said as she set a glass of blue Gatorade in front of him.
He looked at her and shrugged as he downed the Gatorade in one long chug.
“Your suit is in the car, and we both know Steve doesn’t stand a chance,” Will reminded him as he reached over and nabbed a chip and queso before Andy ate it all.
Andy just stared at him until it clicked.
“I don’t care if you use your team stuff.” Will shrugged. “Car isn’t locked.”
Andy’s lips pulled up into what was almost a smile before he ran out of the room.
Will grabbed another chip.
“Want a beer?” Beth asked him.
“I got it.” Will moved to the fridge. His sister did enough. She didn’t need to wait on him hand and foot.
“So,” Beth started.
Will sighed. He hadn’t even told Corey or Luke about Genni, but somehow, his sister already knew something was up.
He placed a beer in front of her before dropping into the chair across the table and taking a sip of his own.
“Genni got married last weekend,” Will said. Might as well get straight to the point.
Beth sucked in her drink at his admission and choked. She set her bottle down with athunkand held her hand to her chest while she coughed.
Will jumped up. “Jesus,” he said, hitting her back as she gagged. “Arms up,” he demanded.
“What?” Beth demanded when she got her breath back.
“I thought you knew. Isn’t that why you wanted to talk?” Will asked.
“Married?” she asked.
“Not tome.” Will sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“I assumed.” Beth stared at him, her eyes wide and her jaw slack.
Will took another sip of his beer, rubbed his forehead, and then pinched the bridge of his nose before continuing. “She’s been seeing some old guy for a while.” He spun the bottle in front of him with both hands. “She never mentioned that it was serious, but she called on Sunday night. I guess she got tired of waiting for me and decided to marry him.”
Beth’s eyes narrowed. “It’s Thursday.”