Finding You (Love Wanted in Texas 4)

“Shit, Noah, I’m sorry. I didn’t . . . I didn’t know,” Will said.

Giving him a weak smile, I nodded slightly. “Don’t worry about it, Will. I wouldn’t have expected you to know. I came as soon as I could to talk to Grace and well . . . she was kind enough to make me a home-cooked meal.”

“Uh-huh,” Alex and Will said at once as Grace smacked Alex on the arm.

“Why are you both home so soon? I thought it was dinner and a movie?”

Alex chewed on her lip as Will lifted his eyebrows and pushed his hand through his hair. “Yeah, I don’t think we’re going to be allowed back into Joey’s Pizza anytime soon,” Will said as Alex glared at him.

“Why?” Grace asked as she leaned her body into me. God, I loved the feeling of being with her. It allowed me to forget everything else going on in my life.

“Do you want to tell them, Will? Or should I?” Alex asked, hands snapping to her hips as she narrowed her eyes at Will.

Will walked to the kitchen as he lifted his hand and said, “You go right ahead, I’m getting a beer. Noah, want one?”

As much as I wanted one, I had given up drinking after I went on the drunken binge a few months back.

“No thanks, I don’t drink anymore.”

Grace looked up at me and gave me the sweetest smile.

Alex made her way over to the chair and sat as Grace took my hand in hers and led us to the sofa. Sitting, she motioned for Alex to begin with her story.

Alex cleared her throat and took a quick peek at Will. “Well, I’ve been having morning sickness, but it seems to come and go. It came tonight at Joey’s Pizza. I was feeling nauseous. Will here, he decides it’s funny seeing me gag when I see this guy . . . picking his—”

Alex covered her mouth and made a gagging sound as Will attempted to hold in a laugh as he walked up.

Dropping her hand, Alex yelled, “Stop it, Will!”

Holding up his hands, he shook his head. “I’m sorry! I can’t help it.”

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Alex continued on. “Anyway, Will here kept talking about it, even when I begged him to stop. We were standing in the buffet line and Will told me to look at the guy. I did.”

“Oh holy hell,” Grace whispered, “you didn’t?”

Slowly nodding her head, Alex whispered back, “I did.”

“Then Will gagged, because he looked at the guy who was . . . oh God . . . it’s hitting me again.”

Grace and I both leaned away from Alex.

Alex jumped up and ran into the half bath down the hall as Grace and I watched her and then turned back to Will. He was lifting his beer to his lips as he took a long drink and smiled.

“Long story short, she threw up all over the buffet. Twice.”

“Gross,” Grace and I said.

Letting out a chuckle, Will said, “That’s not the worst of it.”

Shaking her head, Grace asked, “How could it be any worse?”

“Other people throwing up.”

Grace quickly jumped up. “Okay well, we’ve had enough of that story. Noah and I are going for a drive.”

“We are?” I asked as Grace turned and glared at me. “Yes, Noah. We are.”

Will let out a laugh and shook his head. “No need to leave on our account. I’m going to get my beautiful, sweet pregnant wife to bed so she can rest up.”