Page 11 of None Of Your Business

“Very good.”

“Pretty.”

My chest twinges. “Okay, you’re my new favorite person.”

God, I love babies. They’re so cute and funny and—

I suddenly remember I’m ovulating, panic, and hand her straight back to Hudson.

When his phone dings, he checks the screen and winces. “Your sister is outside.”

“Which one?”

“Both.”

Awesome.

I say a quick goodbye to Josh and Maya, yank open the front door, and step onto the porch to see Madison’s car idling at the curb. Piper is in the passenger seat, her mouth wide open.

Hudson steps out behind me, still casually unbuttoned.

For three terrifying seconds, no one moves.

Then Piper’s face crumples.

“Don’t,” I warn, pointing a finger at her. “Don’t you dare.”

It’s no use because she folds in half. Madison clamps a hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking violently as she rolls down the window.

“Rowan,” Madison wheezes. “Why is your top inside out?”

I look down. My silk camisole is, in fact, inside out.

Piper laughs so hard she falls against the dashboard, while Madison drops her head onto the steering wheel.

I turn around to face Hudson. “Thank you for everything. I hope we never speak again.”

He dips his chin, eyes gleaming with humor. “My pleasure, Littlest Callahan.”

I don’t have an adequate response, so I give him the finger. His deep laugh follows me all the way down the walkway.

“Not a word,” I tell my traitorous sisters as I yank open the car door and practically hurl myself inside.

Piper turns around in her seat, face bright red. “Ro—”

“Not one word, Piper, I swear to God.”

Madison puts the car in drive. For four blessed seconds, there’s silence. I press my forehead against the cool glass, close my eyes, and pray they’ve developed human empathy.

Piper snorts.

I open one eye.

She completely loses her mind again. Madison joins in, tears streaming down her face as she steers onto the main road.

“Fuck both of you!” I yell, kicking the back of Piper’s seat and sliding as low into the leather as I can.

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