Page 142 of The Last Second Chance
Jax grudgingly accepted Beckett’s hand and let his brother pull him to his feet. “Not cool, man.”
Beckett looked contrite. “I know. I’m sorry. It was a big mistake and we both knew it right away.”
“Well maybe by the third or fourth kiss,” Joey put it. She enjoyed the sparks of rage she saw in Jax’s eyes when he turned to look at her.
“Don’t think you’re not in trouble. We’ll talk about this later,” Jax decided.
“Does anyone else have anything to confess before we leave this closet of truth?” Carter asked.
Summer raised her hand. “I think I’m in labor.”
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When the hospitalstaff hauled Summer away in a wheelchair, Carter running behind them clutching their perfectly packed and organized overnight bag, Summer was still shouting instructions to Gia and Joey. “Call Audrey and make sure she still has all the logins for the website. And call my parents! And make sure the posts are all scheduled for the next two days. And—” The automatic doors closed behind them cutting off Summer’s to do list.
Gia sagged against Beckett. “You’re going to be an uncle,” she smiled.
“Aunt Gia,” Beckett said, brushing a red curl back from her face. “Our kids are going to have playmates.”
“Finally. Then maybe they’ll leave us alone,” Gia laughed.
Joey looked down at her still-cuffed hand and then at the man she was attached to. He was smiling at the closed doors like it was Christmas morning. “Carter’s gonna be a dad,” he said, his voice ripe with pride.
“Where’s your mom?” Joey asked.
“Right behind you,” Phoebe said, half-jogging through the automatic doors. “The sheriff was kind enough to give me a ride. Franklin took the kids home to let the dogs out.”
“You’re like the best mother-in-law in the world,” Gia said, hugging her. “You ready for two more grandkids?”
“I’m going to wear a hole in the waiting room carpet,” Phoebe promised.
“Figured you two would need these,” Donovan said, twirling the handcuff keys on his finger.
“Oh, thank God,” Joey said, holding up their joined hands. She rubbed her wrist when the cuff slid off. “I’m still mad at you for that,” she told Donovan.
“Yeah, well I’m still not happy about you and Beckett making out,” Jax said.
“Really? Exactly when did this make-out session happen?” Donovan asked.
“Oh man, don’t start that shit again,” Beckett said.
The nurse behind the desk shot Beckett a look.
“Sorry,” he said.
“Geez, what happened to your face?” Donovan asked looking at the bruise Beckett was sporting on his cheekbone.
“This ass—guy here goes off on me for a kiss that happened eight years ago.”
Gia bit her lip and tried not to laugh.
“It doesn’t matter if it was eighteen years ago,” Jax snapped.
Joey stepped in front of him and put her newly freed hand on his chest. “Not that I owe you an explanation since you’d left and we weren’t together anymore, but it happened one night when Beckett drove me home from dinner. We knew it was a mistake immediately.”
“And why was it a mistake?” Donovan wondered.
“Because Beckett wasn’t Jax.”
