well."
I smirk and I swear I hear the silent scream in her head.
C AGE REPRIMANDED THE HELL out of Carina and I mentally did the Macarena—shut up. You still know that dance too. Admit it. Maybe I can get Xander to dance with me on the bus. Epic.
As we ride to the studio, I can tell Cage is worried I’m upset, so I lean into his side when he wraps an arm around me and I hold him tighter.
I hate throwing up. And if this nausea doesn’t let up, I’m going to do it again. I bury my face in Cage’s neck and breathe him in.
"You alright, Fee?" he asks.
I inhale again. God, he smells so good. "I think so."
"I’m glad you’re going to the doctor. I’m sure you’re dehydrated. You’ve barely kept water down the last couple of days."
"I know. They’ll fix me up," I reassure him and I hope it’s the truth.
"Good. And you better quit sniffing me like that. We don’t have time for a repeat," he tells me with a smirk.
I gasp and swat at his chest, blushing, no doubt. He chuckles and kisses my forehead.
"At least she waited until we finished," I tell Cage with a laugh.
"If the pope himself walked into that room, I wasn’t stopping." His eyes darken and my stomach goes all fluttery. Oh my.
I look away when the car turns. We’re already here. Nichols Records. The golden building. It’s beautiful, as is the man who owns it, working his way up from nothing to get it.
"Wow, we sure have a lot of people now."
Cage snorts. "Thanks to Lucy."
"True that. I wonder if she’s going to pick up any more along the way," I ponder.
"It’s Lucy. It’s a given. Just as long as she doesn’t steal any more of my employees."
"Ha. She got four of yours. You better keep on her heels," I tease.
"That’s the truth." Cage pulls me in for a quick kiss before stepping out of the car and holding his hand out for mine. Ever the gentleman is Cage Nichols.
"Sera!" Lucy squeals. She tries to run over to me but Xander stops her by grabbing her arms.
"Whoa, whoa, wide load. Slow down," he teases.
Oh my God. He’s toast. Lucy is going to kill him.
"Fuck you, Xander Mackenzie. I’ll give you a wide load with my knee in your balls. Let me go." She shrugs him off and punches his arm and he feigns pain. I know it doesn’t hurt because she’s punched me before. Grade schoolers hit harder than Lucy.
I hug my sister tightly and she squeezes.
"How are you doing, Luce?"
"Good. Getting fat."
"You’re beautiful," I tell her, pulling back to take in her appearance. She’s wearing a silky pink and white floral tank top along with white pants and sandals.
"I’m not. I’m gross. I’m getting huge and the farther I get into this pregnancy, the more I sweat. It’s nasty, Sera. Nasty," she tells me with a curl of her lip.
I snicker. "I can see that. It would help if you had some shorts on instead of the pants."
"Oh shit. Now you did it," Ethan says with a shake of his head.
"What? What did I do?" I ask.
"You have no idea, Sera. No idea. None. Zero. Zip. Zilch. Nada," Lucy growls.
"Whoa. What’s up?"
"Maternity clothes. Impossible. They are impossible to find here for short people."
"But that outfit is nice," I tell her truthfully. It’s feminine just like her.
Kennedy groans, Lucy snorts, and I grin.
"I only have this outfit because Spenser and the girls made it for me. Spenser, himself, is going to find me maternity clothes. When we went shopping I thought he was going to have a stroke," she tells me with a laugh.
"That bad, huh?" I ask.
"Worse."
"Where’s Jesse?"
"He’s inside. I think he went to look for Cage," Xander tells me.
"Why didn’t he just ask security if we were here yet?"
"Um, that’d be because my husband refuses to acknowledge any and all members of the security team. He says they’re invading his privacy so he’s just going to pretend they don’t exist," Lucy laughs.
"What? That’s silly. Especially since we need security right now," I tell her with a snicker.
"Speaking of security," Cage
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