Page 78 of Dark Destiny: The Turning Of The Loom

Kian shrugged. "You could take over the war on trafficking for Bridget. She will be out of commission for a while."

"Onegus can handle that. She organized everything so it runs like a well-oiled machine. You don't have to supervise the day-to-day operations."

"True," Kian conceded. "Still, the offer stands. Working for me will let you spend more time with your baby."

Turner let out a huff. "What would I do with a baby? I don't know the first thing about taking care of a child. My son was raised by his mother. I only provided support for Douglas."

"You are a quick study."

"That is true." Turner opened his laptop to end that conversation. "You wanted a contingency plan for the island in case Losham fails to hold things together."

Kian leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his desk and steepling his fingers. "What do you have for me?"

Turner's phone rang.

He had it out and answered before the second ring.

"Bridget."

"My water broke." Her voice was perfectly level. "I'm on my way to the clinic in Annani's golf cart with Julian, and I already called Merlin. If you are still in Kian's office, you can meet me there."

He was still stuck on her first sentence. "Your water broke."

"Yes."

"Contractions?"

"Eight minutes apart and manageable. There's plenty of time before this baby comes out, so don't panic."

"I'm coming now."

She chuckled. "Walk. Don't run."

Turner pushed to his feet, and with the sudden movement he bumped his laptop into the thermos, which shook, fell over, and rolled across the floor.

Under normal circumstances, he would have caught it, but these were not normal circumstances, and Turner's analytical mind was having a hard time finding an anchor amid the turbulence erupting in his brain.

"I'll get it." Kian was out of his chair and leaning to retrieve the thermos from where it had rolled under the desk. "No harm done. It didn't leak."

No, it hadn't, but his mate's water had broken. She had leaked.

Kian closed Turner's laptop, tucked it under his arm, and threaded his other arm through Turner's. "Come on. Let's get you to the clinic."

In a moment of clarity, Turner realized he had been frozen in place by the news.

"Thank you," he murmured as Kian propelled him toward the door. "I've never experienced anything like this."

"You're in shock." Kian pulled his arm out to open the door, then threaded it back again as soon as he closed it behind them.

"I assume you weren't there when your first son was born," Kian said.

"No. I wasn't."

The office building was next door to the clinic, and Turner was glad for Kian's arm as they crossed the short distance.

"The cart is here," Kian said. "Bridget is already inside."

"Yes, I can see that." He waited for Kian to push the clinic door open, then stepped inside.