Page 61 of Breathless

Wyatt laughed in surprise. “Too soon, brother.”

“Maybe.” Noah leaned his head back against the couch cushions. “Is it too soon to say congratulations?”

Wyatt glanced toward the ceiling again. Still dancing. “I can’t believe she told everyone.”

“There were only a few people here,” Noah pointed out. “And we already knew.”

God, the look on her face when she realized… “She handled it like a champ.”

“The point is, she wants the baby. She loves you, you love her, and Hugo’s brother is involved in a way that you don’t ever have to explain to me unless you want to.”

Wyatt ran a hand over his face. “I wouldn’t know how to explain it.” But they were definitely involved in something.

Noah shrugged. “No judgment. We’re way beyond that now. Anyway, it works for Jen and Rory, right? Teamwork makes the dream work.”

Wyatt sat up so fast he startled his brother. “What the fuck, Wyatt?”

“Why did you say that? Did Thoreau tell you to? Why did you talk about teamwork?”

Noah frowned. “I don’t know, Wyatt. I think I saw it on a poster in that office building before the explosion.”

Wyatt started laughing. He couldn’t help it. It was too much.

“What did we miss?”

Fiona was standing in the doorway beside the good-looking babysitter.

Still chuckling, Wyatt got to his feet. “We need to talk.” He turned back to his brother, letting his heart show in his eyes. “Can I call you later?”

“Yeah.”

“Will you answer?”

Noah’s lips compressed, his own eyes bright with emotion. “I promise I will. I love you, brother.”

“Jesus, don’t start or my eyeballs will sweat,” Wyatt pressed his fingers to his eyes, laughing. “And I love you, too.”

Fiona’s car still had a flat, so Wyatt guided her to his truck with a hand on the small of her back. He didn’t say a word as he got in, just made sure her seatbelt was buckled before he pulled out of the driveway.

“Big meeting,” Fiona offered hesitantly.

He nodded.

“Did you have a nice talk with Noah?”

Wyatt grunted in the affirmative.

“When you said we needed to talk, did you mean right away or at some point as yet to be determined?” A thread of frustration was working its way into her voice.

“We’re not fighting,” he informed her conversationally.

“We’re not? Well, that’s good.”

“You left with a suitcase and you hid the sonogram, but we’re not going to do this dance anymore. The one where I bristle, you bristle, and one of us starts a fight? You notice we haven’t done it once since you got back from California?” He was pretty damn proud of that.

“I noticed, Wyatt.”

“I was jealous, because I didn’t understand what it was you wanted,” he continued, turning down a side street full of trees. Had they always been this green? “You might have noticed I’m a work in progress.”

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