[Baby on Board 26] - Their Miracle Twins by Nikki Logan

Author:Nikki Logan [Logan, Nikki]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance
ISBN: 9780373177905
Google: WZuYmnkRnIsC
Goodreads: 13261435
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-02-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

LATER turned out to be much later. The celebratory dinner went on for hours and hours and Bel saw the Bradley clan in full raucous flight. Flynn winced every time a champagne cork hit the ceiling or Denise and Bill danced noisily in the kitchen or Arthur grabbed a pregnant Bel and twirled her across the room. It was all so … country.

His wife laughed and clapped and appeared to genuinely enjoy being the centre of the universe tonight, although always with the hint of shadow that perpetually clung to her.

His wife.

Freaky.

He’d felt very connected to her standing in that cave listening to the celebrant’s words. He’d certainly felt for her and done his best to still her trembling. This whole thing had been a whirlwind for both of them but at least he was at home, in his element, surrounded by people who loved him.

Bel had no one.

But then she’d murmured his brother’s name, almost under her breath. He’d swear she didn’t even know she’d done it. And in truth he had no right to expect any different, given Drew was the reason they were all here, but it really wasn’t the first word he’d hoped to hear from her after you may kiss the bride.

And what a kiss it had been.

She spun past in Pop’s embrace, her gauzy dress floating in a cloud around her and wafting upwards to reveal even more of those endless porcelain legs. Long enough to wrap around him twice. As she came to a stop, the dress clung to her curves in a way that accentuated rather than disguised the body beneath it. His eyes raked over her. She claimed her midsection was thickening with the babies but he couldn’t really see much evidence of it anywhere else on her body.

‘Dance with your wife, Flynn,’ his nan called from her seat across the room, a knowing smile on her face. ‘Don’t just stare at her.’

He held his drink up in salute and she matched it and then turned her eyes happily back to the celebrating family. Flynn’s followed.

She moved like a dancer, not like a pregnant woman. Bending, flowing, twisting …

His whole body tightened and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Before long, the music slowed and Arthur released Bel and turned to search out someone a few decades closer to his own age to slow dance with.

Without even meaning to, Flynn pushed to his feet and crossed to stand before her.

She lifted wide eyes to him. ‘Is it time to go?’

She hoped not—it was written all over her face. Was that the cause of the shadows under her eyes? Was she anxious about moving back to his house with him? There was no real reason—it wasn’t as if it was a real wedding night. Doubly so with the spectre of his dead brother hovering all of a sudden.

He held out a single hand.

The wide eyes creased with confusion. ‘Really?’

‘I believe it’s customary for the bride and groom to dance at some point.

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