“Everything okay?” Garrett asked in concern.
Ethan took a deep breath and ran a shaking hand through his short-cropped hair. “Yes. No. Hell, I don’t know. Rachel’s in labor. She thinks it’s the real thing.”
Sam frowned. “I thought she was scheduled for a C- section next week? They aren’t going to let her deliver, right? Aren’t the babies still breech?”
“Uh, yeah,” Ethan muttered. “Tell them that, though. I gotta split. She’s at the house and I need to get her to the hospital.”
“Better let me drive you,” Donovan said, putting a hand on his younger brother’s shoulder. “You’re shaking like a leaf. Wouldn’t want you to end up in a ditch and having to deliver the babies yourself!”
Ethan paled. “Uh, yeah, maybe that’s a good idea.”
CHAPTER 8
THREE hours later Steele found himself standing in the crowded maternity waiting room with not only the rest of the Kelly family but also most of KGI as well. All waiting anxiously for the newest arrivals into the Kelly fold.
Excitement and an air of expectancy permeated the entire waiting area. Marlene and Frank Kelly were present, as was Rusty, the youngest Kelly adoptee into the family. She was home for the summer between her freshman and sophomore years of college and was currently helping out in Frank’s hardware store.
Even Sean, the local sheriff’s deputy and also an honorary member of the Kelly family, was in attendance. Tension was thick. Garrett was pacing as Sarah stood to the side, hands twisted in front of her. Sam sat with Sophie while Donovan distracted and teased their daughter, Charlotte. Nathan and his wife, Shea, sat off to the side while Joe, Swanny, P.J., Cole, Dolphin, Renshaw and Baker all sat on the floor against the wall. There were people everywhere. Far too many. Steele was itching to be gone, but he waited, just like the others, for news of the twins’ safe delivery.
This was a day long awaited by all of the Kellys. Rachel had been the first to marry into the Kelly family. She and Ethan had traveled a long, winding road back to one another. Rachel occupied a special place in all their hearts, and that extended to the teams as well. They’d all gone on the mission to rescue Rachel after it was discovered she was alive and held prisoner after everyone—including Ethan—had believed her dead an entire year.
Even if Steele was uncomfortable in this environment, surrounded by happy, rejoicing people who had an unbreakable bond, he wanted to show his support. KGI was his family. He was loyal to them above and beyond just being people he worked for. And he wanted to support Rachel. One of the strongest, most loving women he’d ever met. He had a hell of a lot of respect for her. And he’d go to the wall for her—and any Kelly who ever needed his help.
“How much longer will it be?” Shea asked anxiously.
Nathan rubbed his hand down her back and smiled. “It can’t be too much longer. They took her back over an hour ago.”
Steele had overheard enough of Ethan’s conversations with his brothers to know that he and Rachel had opted not to find out the sex of the babies before their birth. He’d also heard enough to know it was driving Marlene insane not to know because she was dying to go shopping for her newest grandchildren.
He sent a sidelong glance in Rusty’s direction. She was standing to the side, alone, but then that wasn’t anything new. She’d always been a loner. Steele liked that about her. She wasn’t clingy or needy, although she was more vulnerable than she allowed others to think. She’d perfected the “I don’t need anyone” attitude, but it had softened considerably since she’d loosened up and accepted the love and support of the Kellys—in particular Frank and Marlene, who considered her a daughter.
She’d grown into a beautiful young woman now that she’d gotten rid of the crazy neon colors and a lot of the sulky attitude. Though Steele couldn’t really fault her for either. She’d had some hard knocks very early in life. He admired her resiliency. She was smart and extremely loyal to the Kellys. But then no one he knew was anything but staunchly loyal to the close-knit family.
Rusty glanced up, as if she’d felt his gaze. She looked briefly alarmed, and that didn’t sit well with him. He might not give a f**k, as a rule, what people thought about him or what impression he gave them, but he didn’t get off on scaring teenage girls. Though she was barely a teenager anymore.
“How’s school?” he asked her.
It was a lame question, especially since her semester had ended weeks ago. But then he hadn’t seen her nor had he had the occasion to speak to her. Ever.
She smiled hesitantly, almost as if she were testing the waters to see if he was going to bite her.
“It’s going really well,” she said softly.
“What are you studying?” he asked politely.
Confusion crinkled her brow and she cocked her head sideways. Not that he could blame her. He wasn’t a polite guy. He also wasn’t into casual, polite conversation. But what the hell else was he supposed to do in a standing-room-only waiting area surrounded by anxious, celebratory people all waiting for newborn babies to ooh and aah over and say stupid shit like, “Oh my God, look how cute!”
As if any newborn was ever cute.
They were wrinkled, red and noisy.
They were definitely not cute.
“Uh, well, I’m still kind of deciding,” she said in a low voice.
Even as she spoke, she glanced around as if she were worried they would be overheard and she was bringing up a sore subject.