Breathless (Steel Brothers Saga 10)

“I know. And she’s young. We have all the time in the world to have kids. But still…”

“I know.” I stood. “Can I see Jade?”

“If you want. Aren’t you going home from here?”

“I have a few errands.”

“Okay. Come on, then. She’s in the car.”

I followed my brother to his car that was parked around the corner. Jade sat in the passenger seat. She smiled when she saw me. Talon got in and started the engine, and Jade rolled down the window.

“Hey,” I said. “How are you feeling?”

“Can you believe a smoothie actually sounded good to me?” She took the plastic cup Talon offered. “I’m just so relieved.”

“We all are,” I said.

“Maybe this is a good thing,” she said. “I’m feeling a little bit better morning sickness-wise.”

I eyed her.

“Just trying to look on the bright side. God knows we all need to be doing that these days.”

“True enough,” I agreed. “I’ve got a few errands to run. I’ll check in on you when I get home, okay? Unless you need me now?”

“Don’t be silly. Your brother’s been hovering over me like a hawk. I’ll be fine. I need to go home, see my boys—”

“They’re at school,” I reminded her.

“Right. I’ve got pregnancy brain.” She laughed.

“I can grab them from school on my way home if you want.”

“No. Let them finish the day. I’m just being a little overly emotional.”

I smiled. “I think you’re entitled.”

Talon revved the engine a little.

“That must be my cue to let you guys go.” I leaned in and kissed Jade’s cheek. “I’ll be home soon.”

They drove off toward the ranch.

I didn’t actually have a lot of errands, just a stop to pick up some of my favorite moisturizer that had run out a few days ago. That would take five minutes.

I stood right in the middle of downtown Snow Creek, Colorado. A sweet little town—or so we’d all thought, until we learned our mayor and my esteemed uncle, our city attorney, had been leading double psycho lives. You’d miss it if you took a long blink while driving through. I was parked on a side street. Parking on the main drag was almost always impossible. The small gym where I’d worked out was a few buildings down from the smoothie shop. Only a block away began the residential area, and who should live right on that first block?

Bryce Simpson.

The Simpson house.

I could walk there in less than five minutes. I could knock on the door. Bryce would be home, unless he was still at our house meeting with Joe and Ryan. I checked my watch. After one o’clock. Surely he’d be home by now.

My feet itched to move.

But he’d made his position very clear. He might be attracted to me, but he didn’t want a relationship.

I was twenty-five years old. Still young. I didn’t need to find “the one” anytime soon. I didn’t need to have kids anytime soon. I had two nephews, and soon I’d have two more. I could be a doting aunt and not have any of the actual responsibility.