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She’s really sorry.”
    “What about tomorrow? Is she busy then?”
    “I’m not sure.” She peered at him closely. Too closely. “Are you okay?”
    “I’m fine. Never mind. We’ll figure it out.” He snapped on his belt and reversed too swiftly, belatedly realizing she was still staring at him and hadn’t belted herself in yet. “Put on your seatbelt.”
    “I would have, if you hadn’t dislocated my neck from my spinal column back there.” Shaking her head, she snapped her belt into place. “What is your deal? You’re acting seriously weird. Is it the baby thing?” She sighed. “I know you wanted a girl. Are you disappointed?”
    “Disappointed? Are you fucking kidding me?”
    “Gray,” his mother said. “Language, please.”
    “Yes. Little ears,” Jazz reminded him, cupping her stomach as if he’d forgotten who she was referring to.
    “No, I’m not disappointed.” He struggled to keep his voice even as he finished backing out of the spot and drove out of the lot. “I told you I’d be happy with either one.”
    “I know.”
    He gave her a sidelong glance. “Are you disappointed?”
    “Oh God, no. I’m thrilled beyond belief for a boy. They’re so much fun. I bet he’ll look just like you. He’s already very—athletic,” she said, wiggling her brows in a way that indicated she wasn’t talking about sports.
    “Hmm. That is true. But you’ve got some flexibility going yourself.”
    Her mouth twitched as she tried not to grin. “Besides, Harper was right. I’ll just keep trying until I get my girl.”
    His mother made a choked sound in the back, and for once, he didn’t get annoyed. He just laughed. “Is that so? Do I have a say in the matter?”
    “Sure. You can say yes.”
    He laughed again and reached across the console for her hand, cupping it against her belly. “When it comes to you, I don’t know any other word.”

CHAPTER FOUR

    When she’d mentioned wanting to visit Molly as soon as possible, she hadn’t meant this .
    After heading back to the house to say goodbye to Gray’s mother—who had seemed unnaturally misty-eyed, which might have been a byproduct of the ultrasound appointment or just that day’s smog activity—and to pack a couple of bags, they were on the road again to San Jose. About an hour into the trip, Jazz came to two conclusions.
    They hadn’t called Molly to ascertain she was willing to see them so soon. Or hell, that she would even be home.
    And she was hungry. Seriously freaking hungry.
    The second issue was solved with a quick detour through the drive-thru, though she was guilted into getting a salad with her chocolate shake. Not that she cared. Even wilted lettuce under fat free dressing tasted absolutely glorious.
    The first issue involved a phone call that had Jazz’s now sated belly crawling with nerves as the phone rang.
    “Hello? Who’s this?”
    Jazz inhaled sharply at the sound of the girl’s rich, alto voice, causing Gray to look her way in obvious alarm. She waved him off. “Hello, Molly? Is this Molly?”
    “Yes. Who is this?”
    “It’s Jazz.” She cleared her throat. “I mean, Mine.”
    “Mine?” Molly repeated, as if the word didn’t quite make sense. Because it didn’t. What kind of nickname was Mine? But then Molly laughed, and Jazz relaxed in her seat. “Oh wow, Mine. I just remembered that. I used to call you Mine.”
    “Yes, you did.”
    “Wow.”
    Silence hummed over the line and Jazz bit her lip, wondering what to say next. “Um, I got your letter. We’re on our way to come see you. If that’s okay.”
    “Really? Like now?”
    “Yes. We’re a few hours away.”
    “Oh shit. I mean, yeah, that’s great. I just—I need to clean up. Like a lot. Um, can you call before you get here?”
    “That’s what this is.” Jazz laughed weakly. “I’m calling ahead to let you know we’re on the way.”
    “Oh. Right. That’s cool. I mean, can you call when you’re about an hour away? I’m kind of busy