Untwisted

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Authors: Cari Quinn, Taryn Elliott
again. What the hell. Simon was going to grow a third boob if he didn’t stop chowing down on those like they were candy. It was probably her fault for getting the gummy version, but jeez.
    She set down her breakfast and grabbed her vitamins so she didn’t forget to hide them from Simon and aimed for the front door. She reached it just as it chimed again. “Who is it?” she asked, pulling the door open anyway because she was a little too used to living with a bunch of big strapping boys who could defend or destroy if need be.
    Who waited on the doorstep posed no physical threat to her well-being, but her mental and emotional health was anyone’s guess.
    “Mrs. Duffy.” Jazz swallowed hard, her gaze drifting over the other woman from the top of coiffed dark hair to the tips of her polished pumps. She wore her typical country club chic, right down to the pastels and pearls. “This is…unexpected.”
    Mrs. Duffy’s stilted smile lasted until her focus dropped below the neck. “Jasmine. You look—” Her gaze shot back up to her face and held. “Pregnant. Oh my, it’s true.”
    “You knew? How did you know?” Almost as soon as she asked the question, Jazz answered the question for herself.
    The frigging tabloids.
    They’d yet to make an official announcement yet, though the rumors were running rampant and it was pretty much the worse kept secret in the rock world. Well, probably not. Lots of other way more important people than them tried and failed to keep big stuff under wraps. And they weren’t even trying that hard. Gray had obviously told that guy in The Grunge yesterday, and—
    And Gray’s mother was staring at her with tears in her eyes. Oh God.
    “You’re wearing a maternity top.” Mrs. Duffy grabbed her hand. “These are prenatal vitamins. That only means one thing.”
    “Not necessarily.” As gently as possible, she detangled herself from Gray’s mother’s death grip. “Simon keeps taking them and he’s not with child. We all hope.”
    “I saw an article yesterday at the store. I didn’t believe it at first. Surely Gray would call if—” She pinched her lips together and shook her head. “I’m sorry. My emotions are just getting the better of me. May I come in?”
    Jazz blinked. What was happening here? The last time she’d talked to Mrs. Duffy, she hadn’t exactly been apologizing and fluttering. She’d been angry and blaming Jazz for everything that had gone wrong with her relationship with her sons, not to mention their relationship with each other. It had even seemed like Mrs. Duffy held Jazz at least partially responsible for Gray’s older brother Brent’s suicide, though Jazz hadn’t had contact with him in years. Now she was politely asking to come inside?
    Harper’s voice sounded in her head, as if she was standing right behind Jazz. Dummy, she wants access to her grandchild. You are the keeper of the baby. Hello, power position.
    Could it be that simple? Not that she had any intention of keeping her child from his or her grandparents. She and Gray had already had that discussion, but she’d left the ball in his court as far as reaching out again to his parents and telling them the news.
    Now the ball had pinged firmly back onto Jazz’s side, and she had no clue whether to serve, volley or duck.
    “Um, sure. Please do.” She stepped back to allow Mrs. Duffy room to enter. “Would you like some coffee or tea?”
    She shut the door and frowned. Fuck, they didn’t have any coffee or tea. None of them would touch tea, in spite of the doctor suggesting a herbal one for Jazz to try to help her sleep, and Nick was the coffee drinker, but he needed to make a grocery run. She should’ve grabbed some for him last night. Now she had nothing to serve for guests.
    For her soon-to-be mother-in-law. Lord help her.
    “No, thank you. Do you have orange juice?” Mrs. Duffy pivoted on her heels, her gaze lowering to Jazz’s belly once again. “I imagine you do. It’s a good

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