Own the Eights Maybe Baby by Krista Sandor

Author:Krista Sandor [Sandor, Krista]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Candy Castle Books
Published: 2020-09-22T23:00:00+00:00

“Are you nervous?” he asked his wife, who was fiddling with the strap of her purse.

“Why? Are you?” she threw back.

He blew out a slow breath.

Never in a million years did he think he’d be driving to Brice Casey’s sister’s house. Honestly, he’d never wondered if the guy had a sister, a brother, a dog, or even a stamp collection. He’d never thought that much about the man, besides being grateful that he’d been an asshat to Georgie, which he knew would sound worse if he said that out loud. So, he’d decided to keep that little nugget to himself. But here they were—driving through Denver and headed to the home of the sibling of a guy he’d never expected to like.

“Brice seems to have come a long way,” Georgie said.

“Yeah, he has.”

“And, Becca’s a smart woman. She wouldn’t put up with any asshattery,” his wife added with a teasing twinkle in her eyes.

He chuckled, thinking of Becca, the ballbuster. “No, I don’t believe she would.”

After the toddler story time, Georgie and Becca had a little heart-to-heart talk, looping in Irene on a video call. And from what he could hear, between the women giggling and talking over each other, it sounded like Brice was a decent guy. Yes, after several glasses of champagne, they’d hooked up at the wedding. But when Brice had asked to see her again, Becca had laid down an ultimatum. She told the pest control prince she’d only go out with him if he’d read every single Own the Eights blog post. Turns out, he did. She’d even quizzed him on it—and had the emails to prove it.

See…a real ballbuster.

A playful smirk pulled at the corners of his wife’s mouth. “And Brice does have awfully good hair.”

He laughed. “It’s undeniable. Even after playing with the toddlers, not a hair was out of place.”

Hey, it was the truth. The guy was blessed with a mop of shiny, shampoo-commercial-ready hair.

But, good hair aside, Brice had come through for them. And as long as he was good to Becca, he wouldn’t have to pound the guy into next week.

After Brice had put the toddlers through the make-believe animal paces, he’d led them to the story time carpet. Georgie had read to the brood, and then he’d stepped in and led them in a rousing round of “Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes,” which was pretty damn fun.

It wasn’t the FBI experience they were expecting, but they’d pulled it off.

When the moms and dads arrived to collect their children, it looked like a scene from Mary Poppins. The parents gave them a round of applause as they finished off the activity with a little “Row, Row, Row Your Boat,” complete with rowing actions.

“Do you remember how old Brice said his nephew was?” Georgie asked.

“Five months. He also mentioned that his sister just went back to work a few weeks ago.”

Georgie took out her phone.

“What are you doing?” he asked, stopping at a red light.

“Scouring the web for some info on five-month-old babies.

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