Crazy for Loving You A Bluewater Billionaires Romantic Comedy - Pippa Grant Page 0,27
how ovary-popping it is to watch him holding Remy or how I’ve noticed that he smells like sawdust and has rough fingers that send shivers across my skin every time we accidentally touch. There aren’t many lines I won’t cross, but cheating is a definite no-no.
The report doesn’t definitively say she’s his girlfriend, but it definitely says there’s something there, and so I’m making it my mission to speed that process along.
I owe him, don’t I?
And what’s a better gift to give someone than love?
Just as I’m finishing up a text to Tiana with instructions on what I’d like to do, the door near my outdoor kitchen flings open, and three of my very favorite people in the entire universe tumble out onto the patio.
I leap up with a cheer, completely forgetting anything but the sight of these three women. “Yay! Friends!”
“Daisy! Oh, I’m so sorry.” Luna reaches me first, wrapping her long, deeply tanned, slender arms around me. She’s dressed in a bright sundress that reminds me of a party bar in Jamaica, and she smells like sunshine. “Why didn’t you tell us about Julienne’s funeral?”
“She and I weren’t all that close. Actually, turns out, she wasn’t really close to anyone. It’s okay. Mom was there. You didn’t need to witness all that awkwardness too.”
“It was still a funeral. Do you need some dog hugs? Dog hugs make everything better. I can bring Penelope over.”
“Oh my god, a baby,” Cam whispers as she hugs both of us tight. She’s taller than Luna, with gorgeous, natural red hair that makes my extensions look the adorable kind of trashy, and in a business suit that’s basically the opposite of my red bikini. And the huge opal surrounded by diamonds on her ring finger is also the opposite of everything I’ve ever thought I wanted in life. “You should’ve texted sooner! Do you know anything about raising babies? I don’t know anything about babies. But there’s so much stuff about raising babies on the internet. We’re going to be fine.”
“Have you talked to your lawyers yet? Wait. Of course you have. Does he have a trust fund? A college fund? An IRA?” Emily, the natural blonde of the group, and also closest to me in height, wraps her freakishly strong arms around all of us and squeezes us until we all squeak. She’s business-casual and so genuinely gorgeous that flowers bow to her. “Derek’s team’s going to get what they can out of Julienne’s house—the electronics, I mean—before anyone seals it up pending the auction, and they’ll see if they can find anything about when Julienne and Rafe made their will. He’s also working on a plan to make you look like an angel and the Rodericks look like unfit parents. I can’t believe they’re refuting the will. Did they honestly claim your grandmother forged it?”
“What else can we do? What do you need?” Cam asks.
I swallow hard as reality hits me in the face again. Playing babysitter for a couple days is one thing, but telling my three besties that I’m basically a mom now makes it more real. And being a mom to Remy makes Julienne being dead a little more real. No matter who you are, dying in your early thirties and leaving a baby behind is sad.
And not understanding why they thought I would make the best guardian to their child is even worse.
What if I screw it up?
And not for the sake of staying in my grandmother’s good graces, but for Remy’s sake?
“You guys are the best.” I try to wrap my arms around them too, but I’m basically being straightjacketed by them, which is super comfortable and perfect and soothing. If I have to have a meltdown, having one while the three women who are the closest things I’ve ever had to real sisters squeeze the air out of me is exactly the time to do it.
I never had sisters until I had these three women, and I’ll forever be grateful for the moment we met. And I’m so, so glad all three of them have found amazing men to share their lives with. I know they’ve all made good matches because I feel less like I’m losing each of them, and more like I’ve gained three brothers over the past six months.
“Remy’s basically broke,” I say, because answering questions is easy, whereas admitting I’m terrified parenting is the thing that’s finally going to expose me as a total fraud to these women who mean so