Rock Wedding (Rock Kiss #4) - Nalini Singh Page 0,87
behind them afterward, conscious Kit had once had a dangerous stalker. Even though that stalker was now locked up in a psychiatric facility, Kit was a well-known actress and Noah a rock star. Fans who wouldn’t normally intrude might forget themselves if given such a wide-open opportunity.
“What in the name of all that is holy is that?”
Glancing forward at Abe’s exclamation, Sarah felt her eyes widen. A hot pink Ferrari sat next to the crouching red beast of Fox’s Lamborghini. When Abe came around to open her door—she’d kind of gotten used to that, liked him to do it—she let him help her out, then went over to examine the car while he let Flossie out from the back.
Her pet barked excitedly at this new place before running over to lean her warm body against Sarah’s leg while she peered inside the astonishing car that was causing Abe to mutter epithets under his breath.
“I think I see diamantés,” she told him, nose pressed to the glass of the window. “And wow, there might be pink fur on the foot pedals.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
Rising to her full height, she turned toward Abe. Giggles threatened. “You look like you’re about to cry.”
“I am. Who the hell would do that to a beauty of a machine?” Shuddering, he threw an arm around her shoulders, drawing her snug against his muscled heat. “Come on, I can’t look anymore. Look at Flossie—she can’t believe it either.”
She laughed softly as he led her toward the sounds of splashing and conversation, was still smiling when he opened the gate to the pool area and said, “Who the hell brought the pink horror?”
They walked into laughter and play and friendship.
Flossie was in heaven, racing around the pool and barking hello at everyone.
In the chaos, Sarah heard several shouted, “Hellos” including “Hey, Sarah!” and suddenly she felt silly for being nervous. These were all their friends.
“Your pool is amazing,” she said to Kit when Noah and Kit surfaced after a dive.
Pushing her hair off her face as she treaded water by the side of the pool, Kit met Sarah’s eyes with the sparkling amber of her own. “Did you see the waterfalls?” She was positively bubbling. “Noah got those for me.”
“I had to basically steal a builder,” Schoolboy Choir’s guitarist said from beside Kit, the golden skin of his shoulders beaded with water. “He was working for Beau Flavell at the time—I spun Beau a line about true love and winning my girl and he fell for the romantic bullshit.” Though Noah’s words were offhand, the way he looked at Kit was anything but.
It was clear the bad boy of rock and roll was permanently off the market.
“Ignore him, Sarah,” Kit said. “He secretly wanted the waterfalls too.” Laughing when Noah threatened to push her under the water, she said, “Come join us. The water’s glorious.”
Sarah hesitated. She wasn’t really showing yet, but…
Sliding his arms around her from behind, Abe said, “Listen up! We have an announcement!”
Everyone waded closer. As if sensing this was important, Flossie padded back to stand beside Sarah. Her heart began to pound with all those eyes on her, her breath coming faster… until Thea’s voice cut through the air. “Is this like a reality-show pause? Dum, dum, dra-ma.”
Laughter filled the air, their friends yelling at them to hurry it up.
“I’m pregnant,” Sarah blurted out before Abe could say anything.
Surprise on more than one face, but it wasn’t the bad kind of surprise. It was the suspiciously gleeful kind. Whistles and congratulations filled the air the next second, the two of them bombarded with handshakes and wet hugs that had her beaming as Abe’s grin threatened to crack his face.
It was about five minutes later that Sarah finally had a chance to go behind the privacy screens of the newly built pool cabana and change into her deep green tankini with its fun white-on-green polka-dotted bottoms. The tankini style was her number one swimsuit of choice—she just felt prettier in it, and she liked being able to swap the tops and bottoms around to make fun combinations.
Abe whistled from where he’d already changed into his boxer-brief-style swimming trunks. “Sexy doesn’t do you justice,” he said, so much appreciation in the eyes that shaped her body that she might’ve lost her breath there for a second or two. “You still have that red bikini?” Abe asked. “The one that was all teeny tiny triangles and string?”
Sarah blushed; she’d bought that scandalous bikini for their honeymoon but