Page 245 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

Boston turns off the water, and he steps out, pulling a towel from the rack and holding it open for me. He enfolds me in the fluffy material before grabbing another one and wrapping it around his waist.

We exit the bathroom and Brennan is already in the room. He’s dressed more like my Brennan today, in a form-fitting pair of jeans that make his ass look fantastic, and a button-up shirt that is folded up to his elbows. Boston walks past his brother and leaves the room to go to the closet, while Creed pats the bed for me to lie down.

“We have to leave shortly. Has anyone seen Kai? He needs to be ready.”

“Check in the closet. He was told to get dressed about five minutes ago and is probably taking a nap in there,” Creed says as I lay on the bed. As I open the towel, both men go silent. I look over at Brennan, and he bites his lip, blinking a few times.

Creed squirts the cold cream on my stomach, making me jump. The second his hands touch my skin, the babies start to move.

Brennan comes to the side of the bed, sitting beside Creed, and they both place their hands on my stomach as the twins kick away.

“Who is going to make us late now,” I joke, and Brennan smirks at me.

“What can I say? I’ll make an exception for my children.”

“Come on, fuckers. You all keep saying I will make us late... oh, naked Jolie—now I see what the problem is.”

I roll my eyes at Kai’s get-up—I can’t even with him and his dress sense. At least his shirt and pants match today, but those crocs need to vanish as soon as possible. I’m surprised Boston even allowed them in the same room as his shoe collection.

Boston strides back into the room and lays an outfit down on the bed for me. “Is that okay?” he asks.

“Perfect,” I reply, smiling up at him.

Brennan and Creed stand up, and Brennan offers me a hand. Kai grabs my underwear and squats down in front of me while I stabilise myself against Brennan’s chest.

“You know I can dress myself, right?” I say.

“I know, but I like to help you. It makes me feel useful,” Kai says, looking up at me.

“At least you’re good at something,” Boston throws at him, snickering under his breath.

Kai flips him off as he stands, and Creed hands him my dress. He pulls it over my head, and I’ve got to say, the dress is perfect for this weather when paired with some leggings and a cute pair of boots. Boston definitely has good taste in clothes.

Once Kai finishes dressing me, we all head downstairs to where the other guys are all waiting.

Brennan walks back into the doctor’s office after taking the call in the hallway. He is calm, but I see the way Davis looks at him. If Davis is worried, then he knows Brennan is trying to hide something.

“Doctor, can we have a minute, please?” I ask, not taking my eyes off Brennan. He nods and leaves the room. “Spill.”

Brennan looks around the room, unsure.

“We had a slight hiccup in our plan,” Brennan says.

“It’s nothing to worry about,” Marlow adds, trying to reassure me.

“Someone better elaborate.”

I look at them all, but no one says anything. Laughn finally steps forward and takes my hand. “We can’t find Melinda.”

“What do you mean, you can’t find her?” I whisper-yell. “Why isn’t she with Ziyon?”

“I have been reviewing all the footage we have with Trace, and we can’t see where she even leaves the building.”

“So she is still in the building,” I state.

“She isn’t, baby. We had Paul search it—twice. Ziyon has moved her, and we are deciding if we should move in on him and hope he tells us where she is, or if we give it some more time,” Laughn says, unable to look me in the eyes because he knows he will see nothing but my fury there.

“You bloody give it more time! I have lost enough over the years, and I’m not losing her too. You find her first. Do you understand me?”

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