No Matter What (The Billionaires of Sawgrass #4) - Delaney Cameron Page 0,4
had been two years since Diamond Jet began offering free non-emergency air travel. Angel Flights started out as a way to give back to the community. It had quickly become a personal mission with Reece. The demand for such services still outpaced supply, but the gap was slowly closing. It was trend he wanted to see continue.
As he turned into the parking garage of Baptist Medical, he got a call from Addison. She and her husband Clayton were living proof that opposites attract. They lived in Crystal River, a place known for its spring-fed waterways and large manatee population.
“How would you like some company weekend after next?” she asked.
“You’re welcome anytime. What’s bringing you to town?”
“There’s a baby expo at the Jacksonville convention center.”
It took a few seconds for her words to sink in. “Does that mean what I think it means?”
“It does. You’re going to be an uncle.”
He didn’t need to hear the excitement in her voice to know how much this meant to her. Addison and Clayton had been trying to start their family for several years. “I’m happy for you, Addie. Have you told the rest of the gang?”
“Dad’s next on the list. I just got off the phone with Aunt Leigh. Did she tell you about the headaches she’s been having?”
“She mentioned being tired from her trip to Boca Raton last week.”
“I think it’s more than that. Today she talked about having tingling and numbness in her fingers.”
“Those symptoms could be nothing, but they shouldn’t be ignored. She needs to see a doctor and find out what’s going on.”
Addison grunted. “You know how she feels about doctors and medicine. This is a woman who won’t take Tylenol for a headache.”
“If she won’t go on her own, then I’ll take her myself.”
“Let’s not use a steamroller when a rolling pin will do.”
“I’m a steamroller, huh?”
“Yep. Tact and subtlety aren’t in your DNA.”
Reece chuckled. “Well, Wade thinks I’m good for something. He’s taking his girlfriend to meet his mother this weekend. He asked me to come along for moral support. What do you think of that?”
“In Wade’s shoes, I’d be doing the same thing. On the protective mama scale, Maxine scores very high.”
“That’s not unusual given the situation. She lost her husband when Wade was seven. It was just the two of them until she married Dad last year.”
“Even so, I feel sorry for the woman Wade tries to put in his mother’s place.”
“I’m not sure Maxine’s influence over him extends that far.”
“You’ll know more about that after this weekend.”
He supposed he would. Reece hoped he wasn’t going to regret his involvement in what could turn out to be a sticky situation.
* * * * *
Robin was replying to an email when she heard the toot of a car horn. She looked up in time to see Kait’s maroon car pull in next to hers. They’d come to Baptist Medical Center to see one of their favorite customers. Dr. Laramie was a retired college professor who’d recently undergone knee surgery. His wife had passed away years ago, and his children and grandchildren were spread out all over the country. Robin suspected that his frequent visits to Truly Scrumptious were as much for the company as for the baked items in their display cases.
Before getting out of the car, she grabbed the box containing a generous slice of the maple walnut coffee cake she’d brought for him.
“Sorry I’m late,” Kait said as she joined Robin. Her long, brown hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail. Gold loop earrings dangled from her ears. The usual sparkle of good humor was visible in her gray eyes. “The traffic coming from Macclenny was terrible.”
“It’s the first wave of spring breakers heading to the beach. How was your brother’s wedding?”
“Lovely. It made someone as hardhearted as me get a little misty-eyed.”
Kait’s heart wasn’t hard at all. It had been shattered when she caught her boyfriend making out with another woman last New Year’s Eve. She said she was over it, but the fact that she hadn’t dated anyone since told a different story.
“And the cake?” Robin asked. “Did it measure up to our high standards?”
“I’d give it a nine out of ten. The buttercream was a little too sweet.” She pointed to a flame-colored sports car. “There it is! My dream car. Isn’t it beautiful? I’d give anything to ride in it.”
“Why? A Lamborghini is just a car.”
Kait snorted. “That’s like saying a cheetah is just a cat. How was your evening