understands her. He sees her, you know, and even if he’s kind of an ass about it, he always calls her out when she’s being too…Tina. You know. But Sean is so sweet. I love Sean.”
Sean and Tina had been inseparable since kindergarten, and Sean was Tina’s first love, but he’d never returned her feelings. Then he’d gone into the Army after high school.
Usually having two options for a love interest was a good thing. Sadly, Emma had written Tina’s happily ever after both ways, one where she ended up with Kade and one where she ended up with Sean, and neither of them had felt right.
“Well, actually—”
“No! Don’t tell me!” Gabby shook her head vehemently. If she hadn’t been holding a baby in her arms, Emma was pretty sure she would’ve covered her ears.
“Okay.” She didn’t want to burst Gabby’s bubble, but the truth was there was nothing to tell.
“No, wait. I just have to know one thing and then I won’t ask you anything else about it,” Gabby implored.
“What?” Emma hadn’t meant to sound hesitant, but she also didn’t want to disappoint someone she’d be sitting next to for several more hours.
“Is Leslie pregnant?” Gabby held her breath as she waited for Emma’s answer.
Thankfully, she could answer that. Leslie, Tina’s sister, was the heroine of the last book, When It’s Perfect , and the last line in the epilogue had hinted that she was expecting.
“Yes. Leslie and Ryder are expecting.”
Gabby’s mouth fell open in a silent scream of excitement, and she bounced her feet up and down, which jostled Miss Adeline awake and put Gabby’s attention back on the baby.
Emma’s chest tightened with happiness. It was incredible to see that readers were so invested in her characters. The Spencer family, which the When It’s Love series was centered around, had become her family over the last six years. She still loved them. But that was because she spent every day with them. Since she hadn’t had a book out in over two years, she had started to think people wouldn’t care anymore about this fictitious group of people.
Feeling a renewed sense of determination, she flipped her screen open, and before she pulled her doc back up, she decided to check her e-mail. One from Drew had the subject line: Best. Day. Ever. She clicked on it, and the attachments caused her mouth to water like a popped fire hydrant.
The first two pictures were selfies of Drew. One looked like he was sitting in a tree he must’ve climbed, and the other was him with a thumbs-up in front of a television screen with a video game displayed. Then there was a third and it was the drool-inducing shot.
It had the words “Night Swim” written on the top and featured a shirtless Logan looking like he was getting ready to jump off a rock. The moonlight was shimmering off the dark water below him, and holy-hotness-highlighting the dips and contours of his chiseled chest and abdomen…
“Who’s that?” Gabby asked, her voice tinged with awe.
“That’s my son, Drew.” Emma pointed to the first two pics even though she knew full well they weren’t the images Gabby was inquiring about. “And that’s his godfather, Logan.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah. Wow.”
At the thought that she would be face-to-face with “ wow ” in a few hours, Emma felt something she hadn’t experienced since she was a teenager: butterflies. Instead of telling herself that she was being ridiculous for having a schoolgirl response to the situation or that it was wrong to have them, she decided to do something more productive. So, closing her eyes, she tried to commit to memory everything she was feeling.
Fluttering low in her belly.
Breathlessness.
Lightheadedness.
Damp palms.
She’d been numb for so long that it was like her body was waking up from a slumber that could’ve easily been described as a coma. With all of the sensations flooding her, she started to panic and rethink her plan. After being shut