territory. To my knowledge, he’d never even had a real relationship before meeting Mia. He was too easily distracted by shiny things. Especially shiny things with C cups and blonde hair…or red or brunette or black hair, for that matter. But now, it was clear that the only woman he had eyes for was the one whose finger he’d put a ring on.
Her eyes looked a little glazed over when my brother finally let her up for air. She blinked several times, before shaking her head. “Did I miss the proposal?”
“Yep.” Travis kept his arm around her. “But Jackson got some good shots.”
“I was on a call, I can’t believe how crazy things have been,” Mia sighed.
“You need to slow down.” Travis rubbed Mia’s belly.
“I know. I will.” Mia placed her hand over my brother’s, both of them looking down at her belly. I lifted my camera and snapped a picture of the sweet moment.
A phone alarm sounded, and Mia jumped in start. When she pulled out her phone her eyes widened. “Oh, I have to go.” She lifted her head to me. “Would you be able to meet tomorrow to go over everything?”
“Whatever you need,” I assured her.
“Okay, well, I’m off.” She clapped her hands and took a step. When she did, all the color drained from her cheeks and she winced.
Travis didn’t miss the look of strain on his wife’s face and reached out, catching her wrist. “Whoa, where are you going?”
“The airport. I’m picking up Josie.” A crease formed between her brows and I could see that she was clearly trying to disguise the discomfort she was in.
“No. You’re not. We’re going to Dr. Simmons.”
“I’m fine. I’m just tired—”
“That’s not a tired face.” Travis was already pulling out his phone. “We’re going to see Dr. Simmons.”
Mia put her hand on Travis’ shoulder. “I’ll be fine.”
“This isn’t up for discussion. Jackson can pick up Josie.”
That made the third time my brother had volunteered me for something—this time for an errand that would take up the rest of the afternoon and evening. Driving to DFW and back to Wishing Well on a Friday night was not going to be quick. Without traffic, it was a three-hour round trip. With traffic, it could easily be double that.
“He doesn’t even have a car,” Mia pointed out.
“He can take Dad’s truck.” Travis turned toward me. “Right?”
My first instinct was to give him shit for so freely offering my services, but I could see the fear in his eyes. He was genuinely concerned for his wife and unborn baby.
“Yep. No problem.”
“Are you sure?” She stared up at me, searching my eyes for any sign that it was an inconvenience.
“He’s sure.” Travis lifted the phone to his ear.
“I’m sure.” I hoped to put her mind at ease. The last thing I wanted was to cause her any unnecessary stress.
Mia didn’t look convinced, but she hesitantly agreed. “Okay, I’ll send you the flight info. Thank you so much!”
She didn’t get another word out before my brother whisked his wife away.
When I looked back, I saw that the newly engaged couple of the hour was gone, and most of the onlookers that had gathered were now dispersed. It was then that I realized I didn’t have a ride, since I’d come here with Travis.
Thankfully, he wasn’t the only brother who’d attended the proposal. My oldest brother Sawyer was there because he was married to Maisy’s little sister Delilah and, at six foot six, he was hard to miss. I started across the blacktop after him.
Sawyer was another one that I’d been shocked to hear was getting hitched. As the eldest of nine siblings, my brother had been a confirmed bachelor. As far as I’d known, he’d planned on staying that way. The only single Briggs siblings left were Wyatt, Beau, and me. The others had been shot with cupid’s arrow and were down for the count.
When I’d asked Travis the night before what the hell was going on with all my brothers, he said, “When Briggs men fall, they fall fast, they fall hard, and they fall forever.”
Not this Briggs man, I’d thought to myself.
“Hey, man,” I got his attention as I got closer. He turned back. “Can I get a ride back to Mom and Dad’s?”
“I can give you a ride.” I heard a female voice offer, from behind me.
I turned and saw one of the Turner triplets. It was either Madison or Melody, I couldn’t be sure which.
“Oh thanks, but I haven’t had the