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“Sounds like he was disappointed in them?”
I smile at the thought of them popping his bubble. “Yep, when they called him a lunatic and refused to help, he got quite angry.”
Wolf strides over, his assault rifle slung across his chest. He’s an intimidating looking man, but I can tell he's a lot more relaxed. Just like I feel.
He turns to watch one of the police cars leave. “Well, I guess all are accounted for, except one sister. Swartz says that the last one, a woman, hasn’t been located. I’m guessing somehow her birth records were lost like mine were, or her name changed like yours did.”
Excited at the idea of the search, I say. “I’m going to track her down as quickly as I can.”
My brother says, “I think that’s a good plan, it will give you something to do while you nurture that little bambino that you and my brother-in-law made.”
I laugh at him, but my insides turn to a nervous knot. “Whoa there. We’re barely even dating. There have been no talks of marriage.”
Good god. Marriage.
I can barely say the L word without getting tongue-tied. How am I supposed to think about marriage?
Wolf tips his chin toward Scotch. “I can’t imagine those talks will be too far off.”
Scotch kisses the top of my head. “Your brother’s a smart man, babe. Now, let’s get the hell out of here and get on with the rest of our life.”
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
The Inn’s tiny restaurant is full of people. The majority of them look like me or Wolf. It’s kind of dizzying, actually.
“We need name tags,” Sierra says as she breezes by.
“No joke. I can’t keep everyone’s name straight.”
After the debriefing, it’s been non-stop talk.
This brother is talking to that one.
Sisters huddled together.
Little groups morph and morph, over and over again, until it’s all a blur of laughter, tears, and hugs. The racket in the small pub is beautiful and fills my heart to the brim.
I can’t believe I just acquired six—maybe seven—siblings in less than twenty-four hours.
Talk about mind-blowing. A girl who never had much of a family—well, except for Josef—now has a whole pub full of relatives. I can’t wait to introduce the man who raised me to all of them.
But as much as I want to spend hour upon hour talking to every single one of them, I want to be alone with my man—the brave doctor who put his life on the line to bring closure to the threat that was hanging over my head.
Again, he saved me.
I’m overwhelmed by him.
The ferocity of his bravery. His desire for me.
When I told my two new sisters that I just found out I was pregnant, they cried beautiful tears of joy. It nearly made my heart explode.
It felt so right to share this with them, even though trusting has never been easy for me.
After, I excused myself to splash my face after our love fest. When I walk back in, Scotch catches my eye from across the bar. Without dropping his focus, he makes his way to me. “Hey, beautiful.”
“Hey there, handsome doctor.”
“What are you thinking about?”