We hustle down the trail and make it back to the trailhead in half the time it took us to hike up. Just as we walk into the house, we hear Keegan’s phone ringing, but then it stops.

“You just missed a call.”

He shrugs but reaches for his cell. We left both devices sitting on the kitchen counter when we took off for our hike.

Keegan scowls. “Christ Jesus, the family’s been blowing it up.”

I glance at mine and see I’ve missed several calls from Maggie, as well.

“My mother hasn’t felt well.” His face is lined with worry as he dials and puts the phone to his ear. “What’s going on, Maeve?”

He listens, and then his eyes narrow as he looks over at me. “Are they okay? How soon? Well, she doesn’t waste any time, does she? We’ll wrap things up here and head back. No, we should be there. We own the bloody place, Maeve, we’ll be back. See you soon.”

“Is your mom okay?”

“It’s Anastasia.” He sighs and looks at me with regret. “I’m sorry, love, but we’ll have to cut our trip short. The baby’s on its way, and it seems he or she wants to make a dramatic entrance. Stasia’s having some complications. Kane’s beside himself.”

“We need to get there,” I say immediately and hurry for the stairs. “I can be packed in five minutes.”

“Stop.”

I turn to find him just behind me. He drags his knuckles down my cheek.

“What is it?”

“Thank you.”

“For not being a bitch because your brother is about to be a father?”

He smiles. “Something like that.”

“You’re welcome. Now let’s get a move on.”

Chapter 10

~Keegan~

“You can go up without me. I’m not trying to keep you from them, I just have to get a gift before I go in there.”

I grin down at her as she fusses over some pink and blue blankets in the hospital gift shop.

“I can wait ten more minutes.”

“I just don’t know if I should get something for the baby or for Anastasia.”

“We can get something for both of them,” I suggest. “Get all of it, if you want.”

She sighs and bites her lower lip, concentrating way harder than I think is necessary, but I’m not a woman. They’re a mystery to me.

“Wait.” She turns to me with wide eyes. “Do we know if it’s a boy or a girl?”

“No, because we aren’t upstairs yet.”

“Well, crap.” She finally decides on a yellow giraffe blanket and a bigger, fluffier gray blanket for Stasia. “Okay, I’ll start here and shop for more later.”

“All right, let’s do this.”

I pay for the gifts, along with the gift bags to stuff them in for exactly six minutes, and earn a glare from Izzy.

“What?”