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“Kate, please. I’ve had the same lecture from everyone!” I snap back. She
glares at me, and for one minute I think I’m going to be subjected to a
Katherine Ka一vanagh how-not-to-succumb-to-kidnappers lecture, but instead
she folds me into her arms.
“Jeez—sometimes you don’t ha一ve the brains you were born with, Steele,”
she whispers. As she kisses my cheek, there are tears in her eyes . Kate!
“I’ve been so worried about you.”
“Don’t cry. You’ll set me off.”
She stands back and wipes her eyes, embarrassed, then takes a deep
breath and composes herself. “On a more positive note, we’ve set a date for
our wedding. We thought next May? And of course I want you to be my
matron of honor.”
“Oh . . . Kate . . . Wow. Congratulations!” Crap—Li’l Blip . . . Junior!
“What is it?” she asks, misinterpreting my alarm.
“Um . . . I’m just so happy for you. Some good news for a change.”
I wrap my arms around her and pull her into a hug. Shit, shit, shit. When is
Blip due? Mentally I calculate my due date. Dr. Greene said I was four or five
weeks. So—sometime in May? Shit. Elliot hands me a glass of champagne.
Oh. Shit.
Christian emerges from his study, looking ashen, and follows his parents into
the great room. His eyes widen when he sees the glass in my hand.
“Kate,” he greets her coolly.
“Christian.” She is equally cool. I sigh.
“Your meds, Mrs. Grey.” He eyes the glass in my hand. I narrow my eyes.
Dammit. I want a drink. Grace smiles as she joins me in the kitchen,
collecting a glass from Elliot on the way.
“A sip will be fine,” she whispers with a conspiratorial wink at me, and lifts
her glass to clink mine. Christian scowls at both of us, until Elliot distracts him
with news of the Mariners’ latest match against the Rangers.
Carrick joins us, putting his arms around us both, and Grace kisses his
cheek before joining Mia on the sofa.
“How is he?” I whisper to Carrick as he and I stand in the kitchen watch
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