Blue Skies, Season 2, Episode 8 (Rising Storm) Read Online Free PDF Page B

game.” Brit laughed, then sobered, her attention turning to Celeste. “I’m so sorry, Aunt Celeste. But if it helps any, I think you’re doing the right thing. Do Sara Jane and Lacey know?”
    Celeste shook her head. “There hasn’t been time. I only just told Travis this morning.” She glanced down at her watch. “Heavens, it’s almost noon. I need to fix us some lunch.” She pushed to her feet then paused with a frown. “You won’t say anything? Either of you? I mean, until I’ve had the chance to talk to the girls.”
    “Of course not.” Payton was quick to reassure, Brittany nodding her agreement.
    The front door slammed open as Mallory, Jeffry, and Lacey spilled in.
    “The three of you look like you’ve been up to something,” Payton observed with a smile.
    “Well, not exactly,” Lacey said, fidgeting as she looked to her mom. “But I do have something to tell you. Only I don’t want to upset you.”
    “I’ll be fine, honey. Whatever it is, we’ll handle it together.”
    Lacey’s gaze searched her mother’s and then with a sigh she walked over to take her hands. “So Jeffry and I ran into Mallory on the driveway. She was coming to see us. To tell us something, I mean.”
    “Lacey,” Celeste said, raising an eyebrow, the gesture so familiar that Payton wanted to cry. “Out with it.”
    “Okay.” Lacey squeezed Celeste’s hands and Payton held her breath. “The thing is, Mallory thought we should know.” Lacey paused again, chewing on her lip as she watched her mother.
    “Know what?” Celeste let out an exasperated sigh.
    “About Ginny.” Lacey’s eyes lit with trepidation. “She’s in labor.”
     
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    “I thought you were working today?” Logan said as his friend Marcus Alvarez strolled into the bar.
    “I had a meeting with Ian, and then I had to pick up feed for Tucker, so I figured I might as well stop in here for some lunch.”
    “Sure. The usual?” Marcus was nothing if not predictable. At least when it came to food. At his friend’s nod, he called the order through the window into the kitchen and then filled a glass with Shiner.
    Marcus took the beer and had a long sip before wiping his mouth with his hand, a grin coasting across his face. “Much better. It’s hotter than Hades out there. Doesn’t feel like fall at all. Even for the Hill Country.”
    Logan poured himself a glass and settled at the bar with his friend. “So everything all right with Brittany?” He asked the question cautiously. He hadn’t had the chance to talk to Marcus about the disastrous date with Delia Bruce. Or maybe he just hadn’t wanted to discuss it. But the disappointment in Ginny’s eyes would be branded on his heart forever. He felt as if he’d betrayed her, even though in truth, she was the one who’d screwed him over.
    “Brit’s fine,” Marcus said. “But that’s not what you’re really asking, is it?”
    “You’re going to make me say it?” Logan bit out, irritation making him sound gruff. Why the hell did this all have to be so hard? Give him a straight out firefight over trying to figure out the ins and outs of a damned relationship any day. At least in a fight he knew where he stood.
    “Yeah, I kinda like the idea of you scrambling.”
    “Fine. How is Ginny?”
    “I don’t actually know firsthand.” Disappointment swept through him. God, this was ridiculous. “But,” Marcus lifted up a hand, “Brit talked to her. And if it matters at all, I think the two of them are friends again. Or at least they’re going to try. Brit’s forgiven Ginny for what happened with her dad.”
    Logan tightened a fist thinking how much he’d enjoy plowing it right into the sanctimonious face of that son-of-a-bitch senator.
    “My sentiments exactly,” Marcus nodded, his eyes on Logan’s fist. “But that isn’t going to help anything. Anyway, Brit told Ginny that it wasn’t a date. That we’d kinda roped you into it.”
    “Kinda?” He ran his finger around the