Page 29 of Own the Eights Maybe Baby
“No offense, Georgie. I figured he’d use his super strength and rip your romper,” Barry replied.
Georgie gasped. “Rip my romper!”
“You guys had a whole sexy Western vibe going. I said Jordan would go all macho cowboy, but the Belgian Waffle Princess said you’d put the kibosh on that,” Barry added with a hint of trepidation.
“Where did the Belgian Waffle Princess come from? I thought she was in Belgium,” Georgie replied as this conversation went from weird to Bonkersville.
Throughout their stint as CityBeat contributors, they’d interacted with a few of the other CityBeat bloggers. While they’d never met the Belgian Waffle Princess blogger, she’d always sent them kind messages.
Barry cleared his throat. “No, she’s in Sheboygan, Wisconsin. She only blogs about Belgian waffles. We were having a video conference with her when the alarm tripped,” Barry added.
Romper ripping bets and a Sheboygan Waffle Princess?
This crazy train had gone far enough.
“Okay, everyone,” he said, addressing the empty room. “The romper is intact. Barry, you owe the princess five bucks. Do you want us to come to you, or do you guys want to join us in here?”
An electric hum cut through the room.
“What is that?” Georgie asked, looking from side to side.
“Surprise, surprise!” Hector crooned as the far wall retracted, exposing a crowd of CityBeat employees.
Jordan slid off the bull, then helped Georgie down.
“You put in a moving wall?” she exclaimed.
“Electric retractable dividers! Aren’t they fabulous?” Hector added with a charismatic wave of his hands.
“My husband decided that instead of moving offices, we double the size of our workspace and use both,” Bobby said with a hint of amusement.
Hector rubbed his hands together like a flamboyant mad scientist. “We also needed more room for the bull. Do you want me to turn it on? We can test if a romper holds up to ten seconds on Tank.”
“Tank?” Georgie repeated, her complexion growing pale.
“Hector named the bull,” Bobby answered.
Hector clapped the ass of the mechanical beast. “Then, after the romper research, we can share all the amazing things we want to have you lovebirds involved with to promote the More Than Just a Number blog and brand. Colorado loves you two, and our team has big ideas about incorporating a wholeexplore the great outdoorsangle. What are your thoughts on free-climbing and paragliding?” Hector added with a wicked glint in his eyes.
Oh shit! This was not good.
Georgie’s gaze bounced from Hector to the bull. “Could Jordan and I have a word with you and Bobby, privately?”
He looked at his wife. Thanks to the naughty cowboy ravages the rancher’s daughter role-play, they hadn’t played out what they’d wanted to accomplish in this meeting.
Was she about to drop the pregnancy bomb?
What impact would that have on their standing with CityBeat?
Would they have to hit the pause button?
There was no way in hell he was about to watch his pregnant wife strap into a glider and swoop off a cliff or dangle from a rope thousands of feet above the ground.
He took Georgie’s hand, looked from Hector to Bobby, then held his wife’s gaze.
The moment of truth had arrived.
