There was something in C.J.’s voice that made the hair on the back of his neck rise up. He swung around to look at her. She was still sitting at her desk, but there was an odd expression on her face.
“What?”
“How close would you say we were?”
“Pretty close, I guess.” Warrick looked at her more intently. “Why?”
C.J. caught her lower lip between her teeth for a second before answering. “I think we’re about to get a lot closer.”
Like a man feeling his way along a tightrope, Warrick slowly made his way back into the room, staring at C.J. as he came. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m in labor.”
Warrick’s eyes widened in disbelief, because C.J. was given to practical jokes. “The hell you’re not.”
C.J. caught her breath, trying to keep her voice steady. “The hell I am.”