Chapter 292

  “Umm. No alcohol for Emma, Mamma.” It’s out before Jake even thinks about what he’s saying and Sylvana

  spins. In an instant I see it and so does he. The clicking mind of a very sharp woman who has just registered that he carried me in looking sick, he’s been clucking around me ever since; more so than normal, and now, he’s refusing alcohol on my behalf in a tone that suggests … well suggests I’m pregnant. Her eyes widen, and her hand comes to cover her mouth in a swift gasp.

  “Really?” Tears prick her eyes and she visibly shakes herself.

  “Depends on what you’re asking?” Jake turns sheepish, trying to gauge his mother’s reaction, trying to figure out if she’s shocked happy or shocked pissed. I’m not counting on one more than the other as I just don’t know. Marissa’s baby puts a different spin on what would normally be a grandmother’s dream.