“You could even play checkers on it.” Goose held it up toward Garret. “I wish we had more than two with us.”
Having one group all together at the inn was great. Micha, Tate, Steve, and Cruz all being in different locations meant we could only have one live onscreen chatting at a time. Even with Rip’s brilliant idea, the video on video was less than ideal.
“We could all come and bring ours,” Shelby offered. “Ooh.” She ended her sentence with a wince and a sharp breath.
“You okay, Shelby?” I asked.
Rip had noticed, too. He was up like shot. Goose, upon hearing my concern, leaned in.
“Shell…?”
“I’m fine.” She yanked on Rip’s arm to get him to sit back down. “The baby’s excited about all of this, too. He or she is kicking like a Rockette. That’s all.”
“You sure that’s all?” Rip asked.
“Phew.” She shifted around a bit to get comfortable. “I think so.”
Rip was up again. “Thinking so is not good enough.”
“Yeah, Shell, what he said.”