A Little Something Extra

“I can burb the alphabet,” Josh said.

“Sexy,” Mitch drawled.

Caroline wiped her eyes as she slumped against her mother-in-law. Her diaphragm hurt from holding in her laughter. On her other side, Jena had her face pressed into her handbag to muffle her laughter. Abby held her belly with one hand, her other hand over her mouth as she silently laughed—the tears streaming down her face. There was a good chance they’d all pass out before the book club meeting was over.

“Seriously, dude, I can do it. It’s like my secret skill.” And then Josh proceeded to burb the alphabet.

By the time he reached H, the women were laughing so hard they could barely stay upright. And it was becoming harder to muffle the sound.

“Can you hear something?” Matt asked.

“Oh no.” Abby sucked in a breath.

“Just stay still and very quiet,” Caroline whispered.

“No. I mean, oh no, my water just broke.”

All eyes turned to her.

“It was the laughing, I think,” she said.

Jena’s head snapped back. “Matt! Flynn! We’re having babies out here!”

Helen smacked her on the back of the head. “You couldn’t wait until we made it to the front door. Now they’ll know we were listening.”

The conservatory door crashed open, and the men ran out.

“What the hell?” Josh said when he rounded the plants.

“Hi, honey, we’re home a bit earlier than I’d planned,” Caroline said.

Abby pointed to the puddle beneath her feet. “I need to go to the hospital,” she told Flynn.

Without even flinching at the weight, Flynn swept his wife up into his arms. “Matt, you’re driving.” He stalked toward Matt’s cop car. “Use the sirens. Josh, watch Katy for us. We’re having our babies.”

Abby snuggled against her husband’s chest. “I love you, Flynn Boyle,” she said.

“Mine,” he told her before kissing her head.

The Breakfast Club

A deleted scene from Caught, Invertary book 7

“I feel so used,” Mitch told his friends at their weekly breakfast club meeting at the pub.

Lake Benson, owner of Benson Security, cocked an eyebrow at him as his lip twitched. In Lake speak, he was laughing at Mitch. Josh wasn’t that subtle, he was laughing so hard he choked on a mouthful of food, and Matt Donaldson, Invertary’s entire police force, had to smack him on the back.

Flynn Boyle, ex-footballer and current veterinary student, rushed over to them. He pulled up a chair and sat at their table. “What’d I miss?”

“Jodie’s still using Mitch for sex, and he isn’t happy about it,” Matt told his cousin.

Flynn gaped at Matt. “I ran over here for that? You said emergency breakfast club meeting. Having no-strings sex isn’t an emergency. It’s a gift from the gods.”

“Dude,” Josh said in disgust. “You told him it was an emergency?”

Matt shrugged and reached for the coffee. “As soon as he answered the phone, he started whining about baby spit. The choice was between telling him to get his backside in gear for an emergency meeting or arrange testosterone injections to cure his hormonal mood swings.”

“Dickhead.” Flynn shot his cousin the finger.