Sandy - Melanie Moreland Page 0,47

doesn’t happen very often.”

I lifted one shoulder. “Then I’m glad I was here when it did.”

He bent at the waist, his expression serious. “It will only be you when it happens next time, Sandy.” He relaxed back, picking up my foot and massaging the instep. I groaned as his fingers worked, easing the tightness of the arch. He was right when he told me he gave great massages. I could get used to it very easily.

“And the time after,” he added with a wink.

I smiled, wiggling my toes. “You’re saying, fast or slow, I’m stuck with you?”

He squeezed my foot. “Yes.”

“Okay. Good to know.”

Sandy

It started on the plane ride home. That niggling little voice I couldn’t quite hear, whispering in my head. I had the feeling I had forgotten something—something important. Mentally, I went through the hotel suite. I had my clothes, my Kindle, and was certain I had remembered to pack all the souvenirs and mementos we had purchased, including a gorgeous shawl Jordan had insisted on buying for me at the gift shop at MFA. It was the softest cashmere, in the most vivid shades of blue and green I had ever seen. Light and warm, it was still in its wrappings, but it was the first thing I had put into my case.

I racked my brain, then decided if it was that important, I would have Jordan contact the hotel to send on to me. Otherwise, I would replace it.

Still, that nagging feeling wouldn’t leave. Jordan slept on the short flight, but I was unable to settle. I checked my messages and email, somehow not shocked that my work profile showed nothing pending. Emmy was efficient and no doubt kept up with everything Bentley needed. Knowing him, he put aside some things for me to deal with so she wouldn’t be overloaded. I had a feeling the two of them would have spent a great deal of time together in the day care. They were enraptured with their daughter, and Bentley was especially besotted. It was lovely to see how much he had changed. Emmy was good for him.

It was wonderful to know all my boys were settling down, finding the right person to share their lives with. I wondered how many BAM babies would appear over the next few years—I was looking forward to being part of their futures.

Max and I never had children. He’d had a vasectomy before he met me, and although he attempted to have it reversed, it didn’t work. We were refused adoption because of Max’s age, and the one attempt we made to adopt privately ended in disaster and disappointment, and I swore I wouldn’t go through that again.

Meeting Bentley and the boys had given me the ability to love and care for someone other than Max. They eased the heartache of never being a mother—especially when Reid came along. His history and pain provoked a deep maternal response in me, and I adored him.

They all treated me as their adoptive mother since none of them had a motherly influence in their lives. And our grandson, Colin, held a very special place in my heart. I had held him as a baby, watched him grow, and loved him as fiercely as a mother would.

All my boys made the small part of my heart that ached for a child a little less painful. They filled a void not even Max could touch.

I shook my head at my thoughts. I rubbed my temples as the odd sensation of something forgotten, something lost, ran down my spine.

“Are you all right, my darling?” Jordan’s voice broke through my odd musings.

I startled at his voice but forced a smile to my face. “Yes, of course.”

“You’ve gone pale. Are you feeling ill?”

“No. You checked the hotel suite before we left, didn’t you?”

“Yes. Why? Do you think you forgot something?”

“I have an odd feeling I did.”

“I can ask the hotel to check if it’s important.”

I waved it off. “It’s probably my toothbrush. I think I can get by.”

He lifted my hand to kiss it, but for some odd reason, I resisted. He frowned but patted my hand instead, leaving his warm palm to rest on top of my hand. “We’ll figure it out.”

I nodded in silence and turned to the window, fighting the impulse not to pull my hand away.

What on earth was going on with me?

With a sigh, I shut my eyes. I must be tired from the weekend.

That had to be it.

Jordan carried my bag up