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headaches.
Someone was going to have a hangover.
“Oh! I’m sure a little wine won’t hurt!” Sheila Nelms offered. “In Italy, they give it to children and drink while pregnant. Are you sure?”
“Yep, I’m positive, but I will take some home and the day this baby comes out, I’ll have a straw and the whole bottle.”
Bullshit.
She was going to have a cold beer and all the meds in the ward. Who was she kidding?
“Come on. Danny, tempt her. You’re good at luring the women in.”
Tori lifted a brow. She was pretty sure it was the man’s big, fat wallet that called to Sheila, not that cue ball head of his.
“Won’t work,” she replied. “I don’t even drink coffee.”
There was a gasp as if she committed some cardinal sin.
Yeah, she wasn’t boozing with their unborn child in her womb. There were rules, and she followed them.
Hell!
She made her brother smoke outside, and then change his clothes before he came back into the apartment--and she loved him.
Wine, not so much.
No, it wasn’t happening. If this was going to be their only child, she wasn’t screwing it up. Her gene pool was sketchy at best.
Look at her mother.
Sheila gave up, instead turning her attention to the Native man before her. “It’s great to have you here,” she stated, smiling at Julian. “You look so familiar. Did we date? I think we had sex,” she stated.
He choked again on the wine, only this time it was out of fear. The last thing he needed was his pregnant wife on the warpath.
He wasn’t a fool.
Tori had to pound him on the back, and she didn't hold back.
“Shit!” he muttered, trying to regain his composure. “No, I know we didn't. My wife is the first non-Native that I’ve been with, and the last,” he added out of self-preservation.
Sheila winked at him. “If you say so, but you look so familiar.”
Daniel Nelms stepped in, not at all bothered by his wife’s flirting behavior. “You saw them on the news, sweetheart. The Littlemoons are celebrities.”
They both blanched.
Yeah, no they certainly weren’t or at least they never wanted to be.
“Ohhhhh! Now I remember! You saved those women who were being held in cages, and you solved a hundred year old murder mystery. It was the one where that teenage hussy seduced her boss and was killed. What a slut! It’s like a soap opera.”
From her peripheral, Tori saw the glass sliding toward the edge of the table. Immediately, she grabbed it before Bethany could shove it to the floor.
Apparently, she didn't like being called a hussy or slut. Who could blame her?
They all looked at Tori and how fast she moved.
“On second thought, I’ll have some red wine. Maybe you’re right about just a little,” she stated, covering her ass. The last thing they needed was a spirit getting pissy with the ditz. That would be hard to explain. In her head, she warned Bethany to knock it off.
She could hear her pouting.
Great.
Her gift was getting weirder by the day.
Julian stared at her like she was crazy. Certainly, she wasn’t going to drink, and he hated wine. Why would he want more?
Then she mouthed one word, ‘Bethany’ .
He totally got it.
Crap!
They needed to get this moving before something spooky started brewing in the entryway. He’d heard how Bethany distracted Jamie Montgomery, so Tori could save Christina and herself.
Why push their luck?
“Maybe you can show us to our rooms?” Julian asked. “We’d love to start looking around. You have such an amazing place,” he added for the sake of Mrs. Nelms. What Sheila didn't know wouldn’t hurt them. She didn't appear to be the sharpest tool in the shed.
“Absolutely! I’ll bring you up,” she offered. “Let me get one of the guys to get your bags. We don’t let our guest carry them, and we certainly won’t let our pregnant guests exert themselves.”
“Put them in the blue room, sweetheart.”
Sheila smiled. “That’s a great room!”
Julian knew why his wife wanted it. If
Someone was going to have a hangover.
“Oh! I’m sure a little wine won’t hurt!” Sheila Nelms offered. “In Italy, they give it to children and drink while pregnant. Are you sure?”
“Yep, I’m positive, but I will take some home and the day this baby comes out, I’ll have a straw and the whole bottle.”
Bullshit.
She was going to have a cold beer and all the meds in the ward. Who was she kidding?
“Come on. Danny, tempt her. You’re good at luring the women in.”
Tori lifted a brow. She was pretty sure it was the man’s big, fat wallet that called to Sheila, not that cue ball head of his.
“Won’t work,” she replied. “I don’t even drink coffee.”
There was a gasp as if she committed some cardinal sin.
Yeah, she wasn’t boozing with their unborn child in her womb. There were rules, and she followed them.
Hell!
She made her brother smoke outside, and then change his clothes before he came back into the apartment--and she loved him.
Wine, not so much.
No, it wasn’t happening. If this was going to be their only child, she wasn’t screwing it up. Her gene pool was sketchy at best.
Look at her mother.
Sheila gave up, instead turning her attention to the Native man before her. “It’s great to have you here,” she stated, smiling at Julian. “You look so familiar. Did we date? I think we had sex,” she stated.
He choked again on the wine, only this time it was out of fear. The last thing he needed was his pregnant wife on the warpath.
He wasn’t a fool.
Tori had to pound him on the back, and she didn't hold back.
“Shit!” he muttered, trying to regain his composure. “No, I know we didn't. My wife is the first non-Native that I’ve been with, and the last,” he added out of self-preservation.
Sheila winked at him. “If you say so, but you look so familiar.”
Daniel Nelms stepped in, not at all bothered by his wife’s flirting behavior. “You saw them on the news, sweetheart. The Littlemoons are celebrities.”
They both blanched.
Yeah, no they certainly weren’t or at least they never wanted to be.
“Ohhhhh! Now I remember! You saved those women who were being held in cages, and you solved a hundred year old murder mystery. It was the one where that teenage hussy seduced her boss and was killed. What a slut! It’s like a soap opera.”
From her peripheral, Tori saw the glass sliding toward the edge of the table. Immediately, she grabbed it before Bethany could shove it to the floor.
Apparently, she didn't like being called a hussy or slut. Who could blame her?
They all looked at Tori and how fast she moved.
“On second thought, I’ll have some red wine. Maybe you’re right about just a little,” she stated, covering her ass. The last thing they needed was a spirit getting pissy with the ditz. That would be hard to explain. In her head, she warned Bethany to knock it off.
She could hear her pouting.
Great.
Her gift was getting weirder by the day.
Julian stared at her like she was crazy. Certainly, she wasn’t going to drink, and he hated wine. Why would he want more?
Then she mouthed one word, ‘Bethany’ .
He totally got it.
Crap!
They needed to get this moving before something spooky started brewing in the entryway. He’d heard how Bethany distracted Jamie Montgomery, so Tori could save Christina and herself.
Why push their luck?
“Maybe you can show us to our rooms?” Julian asked. “We’d love to start looking around. You have such an amazing place,” he added for the sake of Mrs. Nelms. What Sheila didn't know wouldn’t hurt them. She didn't appear to be the sharpest tool in the shed.
“Absolutely! I’ll bring you up,” she offered. “Let me get one of the guys to get your bags. We don’t let our guest carry them, and we certainly won’t let our pregnant guests exert themselves.”
“Put them in the blue room, sweetheart.”
Sheila smiled. “That’s a great room!”
Julian knew why his wife wanted it. If
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