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I are together. I asked her to marry me,” he added.
“Hey, congrats,” Ben said, still lounging, flashing that million-dollar smile. “So our little brother is getting married.”
“No, I’m not getting married,” Jake said. “Chris said there’s too much uncertainty, and that was one of the reasons I called Jill, to find out the paternity of the baby now. We all need to know who the father is, Samuel or me. If it’s you, Samuel, I’m done and out of the picture for good. Chris and I can move on with our life together. But if it’s mine…” He didn’t say anything else.
“If it’s yours, what, Jake? Say it,” Samuel said. He wanted to know how much of a prick his brother was going to be about this baby—Jill’s baby.
“Stop it,” Logan said. He stepped in front of Samuel and then glanced Jake’s way. “Joe, steaks ready?”
Joe appeared a lot more clean cut than he used to be. His short dark hair was freshly cut, and he wore nice clean jeans and a new T-shirt. “Yeah, just shut off the grill. The steaks are resting. Grab some beers, and let’s plate up.”
Samuel waited for a minute, about to follow everyone into the large dining area with the long table and benches, but Logan rested his hand on Samuel’s shoulder to move him along.
“Come on,” he said.
Samuel didn’t miss the look of concern. It was so big brotherly of Logan, as if he’d appointed himself his overseer, so he started walking and glanced back, seeing that Ben was doing the same with Jake.
***
Chapter 13
Samuel could hear his phone ringing from somewhere in the house. It had to be in his jacket, which he’d left in that massive living room. He put down his fork and knife and left the half-eaten steak and baked potato on his plate. He almost smiled at the realization that if one of the women were here, a salad or vegetable of some kind would have been made and the men forced to eat it. But this was truly a Wilde brothers weekend away, the guys eating as they liked to eat.
He slid around and stood up. “Let me grab that.”
Logan had been sitting beside him. He didn’t say anything but gave him a look that said loud and clear that there wasn’t a chance he was leaving.
He could hear them talking as he hurried out and found his jacket. The phone had stopped ringing. He saw then that he had two voicemails, so he pressed the phone to his ear.
“Samuel Wilde, this is Doctor Watts. I’m calling about Jill Robertson. I’ve left a few messages and haven’t been able to reach her. We have this number for an emergency contact. If you could have her call me, we really need to reach her.” The doctor then left his number.
Samuel listened to the next message, which was also from the doctor’s office. He called the number the doctor had left, and it was answered by his answering service. “This is Samuel Wilde,” he said. “Doctor Watts called me and left two messages, as he’s trying to get a hold of my girlfriend, Jill Robertson.”
“Can I have your number? I’ll page the doctor.”
Samuel rattled off the number and hung up, realizing as he turned around that Ben was behind him, arms crossed over his dark sweater.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“I don’t know, but Jill’s doctor left two messages. I’m not sure what’s going on—” His cell phone rang then. “Hello?” He wondered if he sounded as worried as he felt.
“Samuel, Doctor Watts here. Is Jill with you?” The doctor sounded unusually urgent.
“No, I left her at home. I’m actually away with my brothers. What’s going on?”
“My office has been trying to reach Jill, but she hasn’t been answering. We’ve left several messages, and it’s rather urgent we get a hold of her.”
“What’s going on?” Now he was starting to panic.
“Can’t really discuss it with you over the phone without the mother’s consent.”
“Seriously? Jill is pregnant with my kid, but you’re telling me you can’t tell me.” He glanced up
“Hey, congrats,” Ben said, still lounging, flashing that million-dollar smile. “So our little brother is getting married.”
“No, I’m not getting married,” Jake said. “Chris said there’s too much uncertainty, and that was one of the reasons I called Jill, to find out the paternity of the baby now. We all need to know who the father is, Samuel or me. If it’s you, Samuel, I’m done and out of the picture for good. Chris and I can move on with our life together. But if it’s mine…” He didn’t say anything else.
“If it’s yours, what, Jake? Say it,” Samuel said. He wanted to know how much of a prick his brother was going to be about this baby—Jill’s baby.
“Stop it,” Logan said. He stepped in front of Samuel and then glanced Jake’s way. “Joe, steaks ready?”
Joe appeared a lot more clean cut than he used to be. His short dark hair was freshly cut, and he wore nice clean jeans and a new T-shirt. “Yeah, just shut off the grill. The steaks are resting. Grab some beers, and let’s plate up.”
Samuel waited for a minute, about to follow everyone into the large dining area with the long table and benches, but Logan rested his hand on Samuel’s shoulder to move him along.
“Come on,” he said.
Samuel didn’t miss the look of concern. It was so big brotherly of Logan, as if he’d appointed himself his overseer, so he started walking and glanced back, seeing that Ben was doing the same with Jake.
***
Chapter 13
Samuel could hear his phone ringing from somewhere in the house. It had to be in his jacket, which he’d left in that massive living room. He put down his fork and knife and left the half-eaten steak and baked potato on his plate. He almost smiled at the realization that if one of the women were here, a salad or vegetable of some kind would have been made and the men forced to eat it. But this was truly a Wilde brothers weekend away, the guys eating as they liked to eat.
He slid around and stood up. “Let me grab that.”
Logan had been sitting beside him. He didn’t say anything but gave him a look that said loud and clear that there wasn’t a chance he was leaving.
He could hear them talking as he hurried out and found his jacket. The phone had stopped ringing. He saw then that he had two voicemails, so he pressed the phone to his ear.
“Samuel Wilde, this is Doctor Watts. I’m calling about Jill Robertson. I’ve left a few messages and haven’t been able to reach her. We have this number for an emergency contact. If you could have her call me, we really need to reach her.” The doctor then left his number.
Samuel listened to the next message, which was also from the doctor’s office. He called the number the doctor had left, and it was answered by his answering service. “This is Samuel Wilde,” he said. “Doctor Watts called me and left two messages, as he’s trying to get a hold of my girlfriend, Jill Robertson.”
“Can I have your number? I’ll page the doctor.”
Samuel rattled off the number and hung up, realizing as he turned around that Ben was behind him, arms crossed over his dark sweater.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“I don’t know, but Jill’s doctor left two messages. I’m not sure what’s going on—” His cell phone rang then. “Hello?” He wondered if he sounded as worried as he felt.
“Samuel, Doctor Watts here. Is Jill with you?” The doctor sounded unusually urgent.
“No, I left her at home. I’m actually away with my brothers. What’s going on?”
“My office has been trying to reach Jill, but she hasn’t been answering. We’ve left several messages, and it’s rather urgent we get a hold of her.”
“What’s going on?” Now he was starting to panic.
“Can’t really discuss it with you over the phone without the mother’s consent.”
“Seriously? Jill is pregnant with my kid, but you’re telling me you can’t tell me.” He glanced up
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