Rock Wedding (Rock Kiss #4) - Nalini Singh Page 0,104
out by the pool.
Abe hadn’t brought up where they’d live after the baby was born and neither had Sarah. She adored the home she’d created, but quite aside from being much bigger, his place was far more secure. If she did move in there, Sarah thought, she’d be bringing her furniture and artwork.
No more blending into the woodwork like she had last time around.
“You look like a warrior about to go into battle,” Abe said as she began to climb the ladder of the private jet that was to be their ride to Bali.
Sarah glanced over her shoulder. “I was telling myself I’m a business mogul now and I need to act like it.”
Abe bowed from the waist. “Boy toy at your service.”
Her fear pushed away by a deep wave of love, she smiled and continued into the plane. Noah and Kit had entered just before them, and the four of them chatted as they grabbed their seats and settled in.
They were the only ones on this flight.
Fox and Molly had left a week earlier, as Thea wanted her sister to spend time with her family. David, of course, had gone with Thea.
“I’m so glad the morning sickness subsided in time for this and that Dr. Snyder cleared the trip,” she said to Abe after they were underway. “I would’ve been so bummed to miss David and Thea’s wedding.”
“Yeah, me too.” Abe’s response was absentminded, his attention on the magazine he was reading. “Bastard would’ve held it over me forever too.”
Sarah just stared. The two of them had missed Charlotte and Gabriel’s wedding because she’d been shaky with her pregnancy not past the first trimester, but this was another matter altogether. David had been Abe’s best friend since they were thirteen. But it was clear that Abe was serious. He’d have missed his best friend’s wedding had she still been feeling like crap. He’d put her first. Again.
This man would never again leave her behind while he went on tour.
Swallowing rapidly, she turned to face the window, the plane pillowed on fluffy white clouds. It felt like she had wings of her own, lifted aloft by the emotions inside her. The fear wasn’t dead, would remain until she held their happy, healthy baby in her arms, but the hope that had been dented by that fear? It was back, and it was glorious.
BALI WAS AN EXPLOSION OF GREENERY, huge flowers, lavish scents, and heavy humidity. Living in Los Angeles meant Sarah was more than ready for the heat. It was the humidity that took some getting used to, but the baby seemed to like it well enough after a day settling in.
“You’re just like your brother, you know that?” she whispered to the peanut a couple of days after their arrival as she stood on the balcony of the lovely little hotel Thea had arranged for the closest friends and family. “He kicked like a champion too.”
The baby’s response was another kick.
She smiled and returned to the suite to pull back her hair in preparation for visiting Thea’s family. It was just too hot to leave it down. “Up, lazybones,” she said to the gorgeous man who was sprawled in their bed, the white sheet just barely covering his butt. “What time did you get in last night?” She’d woken when he arrived, but only long enough to exchange a kiss.
There’d been no alcohol on his breath, no sign he was anything but dead sober.
“Ass crack of hell,” Abe muttered and pulled his pillow over his head. “I hate being the goddamn sober driver.”
Unable to resist her lover even when he was grumpy with lack of sleep, Sarah sat on the bed and pressed a row of kisses down his back. Where before she’d have been sad and angry and terribly lonely if he’d spent nearly an entire night away from her, last night she’d had a delicious dinner with the women, then curled up to watch a movie.
She’d been about fifteen minutes into it when Abe sent the first message: David, Noah, and Fox just had these evil drinks. Now they’re telling the worst jokes I’ve ever heard and laughing their heads off.
It had made her laugh, write back: Make sure you get David back in one piece or Thea will murder you. Thankfully the wedding wasn’t today, or all four men would’ve been in the doghouse for how late they’d gotten back.
“So the bachelor party was a success?” she asked, continuing to stroke his warm, muscled body just