“Donnie,” Maverick said again, this time louder. She turned around and froze.
“Are you going to tell me about this?” he asked.
Her eyes moved to his hand. To the small white plastic tube she’d left on the counter of her bathroom the day before. Sweat broke out on her forehead.
This could not be happening.
But it was.
Mouth dry and feeling as if she was going to fall flat on her face, Donovan attempted a shot of normalcy, but it pretty much crumpled as soon as she spoke.
“What does it say?” she whispered.
“You don’t know?” He looked so worried that Donovan had a pretty good idea exactly what it said before she walked over to Rick and took it from
his fingers.
The roaring in her ears wouldn’t go away. And her stomach rolled so violently she felt as if she was sailing across the choppy lake. Her eyes blurred and it took a bit for her to see the results.
To focus on that one blue line. A blue line that was sharp and bright and so damn perfect it was hard to miss.
A blue line that wasn’t going anywhere. Hell no. That blue line was sticking around for about nine months.
Chapter Twenty-five
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“What are you doing Jack?”
Jack was annoyed. He loved his mother, but the woman had a habit of poking her nose into his business, and right now, he could do without the poking. She meant well. She always meant well, but he wasn’t in the mood for a lecture.
“I’m not getting into this with you, Mom. Donovan is hands off okay?”
His mother’s pale blond hair was tucked back into a classic bob that shimmered under the sun peeking in from the window over the sink. She filled the coffee carafe with water, but her eyes never left his, and he could tell she was in this for the win.
“I’m your mother, Jack. Nothing is hands off. I don’t care if you’re ten or twenty-five.”
“Yeah, well I’m not twenty-five, Mom. Haven’t been for several years.”
Her mouth pursed. She didn’t like that one.
“Don’t be smart with me, Jack. I know exactly how old you are, and I’m not leaving this alone.”
Jack glanced upstairs. Christ. He didn’t want to do this right, now but he knew that if is mother wanted to discuss something, it was happening. She was stubborn as hell, but then so was Jack.
So did he give in and get into it with her? Or was he up for an epic standoff.
“Look,” he finally said, handing her the coffee grinds so that she could add them to the machine. “Donovan and I, we worked out some stuff over the last week or so—”
“Week?” His mother’s head shot up, and she spilled some grinds onto the counter. He handed her a cloth and sighed.
“We were together in Belize just over a week ago.”
His mother was confused.
“Grace set it up.”
She shoved the carafe in place and pressed the ON button before leaning against the counter, muttering ‘Grace’ and ‘unbelievable’. She tossed the cloth back into the sink and nailed him with a harried look.