Page 34 of Sin Wagon
Rhonda’s expression brightens as she shifts gears, her tone filled with excitement. “We have a reservation at six tonight at the Brazilian steakhouse downstairs. Will you join us?”
She takes out her phone, fingers hovering over the screen. “And I’d love to exchange numbers so we can text if that’s okay?”
I look at her, and then at Roy, who’s nodding subtly.
“Okay. Yeah. I can do dinner. I’ll meet you three down there at six. And my number is—” I wait for her to grab her phone and look at me. “Eight. One. Five. Nine. Zero. One. Seven. Three. Four. Nine,” I tell her, making sure I don’t mess it up this time.
“Perfect. I’ll be in touch, and we’ll see you at dinner. We can make plans to visit you or you can come to Chicago. Bring your friend.”
“Thank you.” I stand, preparing to walk them to the door.
Roy and Rhonda rise from their seats, their shuffling feet filling the room as they walk toward the door. As Rhonda passes me, she hesitates for a moment, before suddenly spinning around and enveloping me in a tight hug.
“It’s been amazing finally having the chance to meet you. I can’t wait to know you better and make you a part of our family.”
“Thanks,” I whisper, my voice choked with tears, her kindness catching me off guard.
She releases me and heads out into the hall, where Roy is already waiting for her and holding the door. When I turn, I am surprised to find Jonas standing silently by my side.
“Is it alright if I text you as well?” he whispers, looking at the floor.
“Of course.” I smile as a lone tear trails down my cheek. I hate that Claudia has done this to us.
No, I hate she did it to him. I’m used to her brand of crazy, but Jonas is not.
“Can I tell people I have a daughter?” He averts his gaze, his cheeks turning rosy.
“Yeah. You do, don’t you?” I laugh.
A faint smile graces his lips, but his eyes well up with tears, reflecting the sorrow hidden within. “Yeah, I guess I do.”
Jonas leaves the suite, and I shut the door and lock it, turning and leaning against the wood as I blow out a breath.
That was not as bad as I thought it would be, but it was still awkward as hell. I'm glad I got my 'dirty little secrets' laid out now, though. Well, minus the one where I'm pregnant with their other son's baby. But we need to tell them that together, or at least have a conversation about how and when we're going to break the news to them.
The bedroom door opens, and Wells steps out, dressed and looking sexy as ever. "That seemed to go well," he says.
"It did. They didn't seem upset when I told them I strip or that my baby is the product of a one-night stand.”
"They're good people. They may seem hoity-toity, but I promise they're normal people. They even curse, burp, and fart." He smirks.
I smack at him and laugh. "Well, your brother seemed a little put off by the stripping.”
Wells raises a brow. "He just met his daughter and found out she's naked dancing in front of strangers for cash. Can you blame him? He's a good guy, Little Doe. He'll be an amazing dad once he gets over the shock.”
"And what about us?" I ask.
"What about us?" he echoes.
"How do we tell them, or when do we tell them that this baby"—I rub my large belly—"is our baby?"
Chapter 17
DELILAH
“Say it again,” he growls, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Say what?” I quirk a brow.
