The door clicked open, catching Brody’s attention. He looked up. Adam strolled in with a mocha. Brody had stopped drinking coffee in front of Fallon in support of her when she gave it up for the twins.
While Adam’s wife, Danika, was pregnant, Brody made it a point to supply him with caffeine while Adam was at work. His brother started returning the favor once they made the baby announcement.
Adam’s brow pinched. “Hey, bro. What’s going on? You still seem worried.”
“Fallon’s keeping something from me. What if it’s about the twins? What if she’s having second thoughts?”
“Maybe it’s unrelated. She’s been talking to Tremaine a lot lately. Probably more about magic shit than anything else.”
Brody rubbed the back of his neck before taking a big drink of his caramel sauce mocha. “Maybe. And thank you for this.” He lifted the cup with a smile.
“Anytime.” Adam sat on the edge of the table. “How are you holding up?”
“Now I’m wondering why she’s talking with Tremaine so much?”
“Magic shit?” Adam shrugged. “What else?”
“No clue. I know she’s known him for years.”
Adam shrugged. “She’s known a lot of people for years. Doesn’t mean a thing.”
“Yeah, probably not. And what if it’s something he needs help with?”
Adam shrugged. “Talk to her. Ask her what’s up.”
“I will.” He hoped she would tell him first.
“Maybe it’s hormones. She’s carrying two little people in there.”
Brody grinned as their earlier conversation played through his mind. Her whole face had lit up and whatever was bothering her faded away. “We picked names. She’s convinced we’ll have a boy and girl.”
“That so? Tell me you picked an extra boy and girl name on the off chance she’s wrong.”
“Of course.” He laughed.
“Well, what are they?”
“Ryan and Rhiannon if she’s right. She probably is. Or Braeden and Ryan, or Rhiannon and Alexis.”
Adam grinned. “Bet you can’t wait.”
“Yeah. How’s Danika and little Makayla doing?”
“They’re great. You still on for the barbecue Friday?”
“We’ll be there. What do you want us to bring?”
“Fallon’s chili sounds pretty amazing.”
“I’ll ask her.”
* * * *
Fallon waved at Phineas, who gave her a warm smile when she came through the door. She grinned, passing the old brownie a sack of goodies. “For you.”
“You’re too sweet,” he replied in a vaguely Celtic accent. “How are the babes?”
A flitter of worry threaded through her at the mention. “They’re growing.” She slipped through the door before he had a chance to question further.
Brody set his wrench aside and stood. His lips curled into a sinful smile as he watched Fallon cross the garage.
“Afternoon, handsome. Want to go for a ride?” she teased.
His brow arched as he walked closer. “What did you have in mind?”
“Picnic somewhere quiet, where we won’t be interrupted.”
“You and me, all alone? That can be arranged.” He pulled her into his arms and laid a slow kiss on her. Grinning, he released her and backed toward the sink to scrub up.
Fallon licked her lips, her eyes dancing around the shop. Then she laughed. “This Dacia’s bike?”
Brody chuckled. “Yes. Routine maintenance, not a ploy for attention.”
“She’s a little too preoccupied with Preston these days to want anything to do with you now,” Fallon teased.
He glanced over his shoulder with a smirk. “Which works out perfectly since you fill every thought of mine.”
“Rather you were filling me right about now,” she murmured.
“We better get going then. I still have work to do.”
Shrugging, she nodded toward the office door. “I suppose we could lock ourselves in.”
“Nah. I have the perfect place in mind.” Brody dried off and turned as she started for the door. He swiped the basket from her arm. “Let me.”
Her brow arched. “I’m pregnant, not weak.”
“No one in their right mind would ever call you weak, Sugar.”
* * * *
After eating and taking Fallon’s suggested ride, Brody lay beside her on the blanket, trailing his fingers over her belly. “What was bothering you this morning when you couldn’t sleep?”
“Missed you. Bad.”
“Fallon, I’m not stupid. That wasn’t all of it. Talk to me.”
She rolled onto her back and stared up at the sky, trying to come up with something, anything, that might not worry him more than he already was.
Instead, she smiled and turned toward him. “I was thinking, since shifting isn’t bad for the babies, I want to go with you the next full moon.”
“Serious question here, since I honestly don’t know. Shifting won’t cause any problem with these two?” He spread her hand on her belly.
She shook her head, looking deep into his eyes. “No. My mother shifted all the time. Can’t do bird forms, or anything that lays eggs, but mammals are fine.”
“Then come with us. I love running with you.”
She snuggled closer and laid her head on his arm.
He caught one nipple ring and twisted gently. “Don’t fall asleep. I want another taste.”
She moaned low in her throat. “Still hungry?”
“Famished.” His mouth closed over hers as he pulled her over on top of him.