hated her until now. How could she possibly stay on at the club now, knowing how he felt about her, knowing for a fact he didn’t want anything to do with her and with her heart breaking every time she saw him? Distracted again by the sound of her phone, she finally registered the caller ID.
“It’s Caitlin James. Why would she be calling me?” Confused, still looking at the screen, Pippa had a thought. “She probably wants an update on you, Rook. She’d be one of those terrible ‘goddamn people’ who care about you,” Pippa said harshly as she connected the call. “What do you want me to tell her, Rook? Should I tell her you hate the fact that she cares? Perhaps I should just tell her to give up on you. You seem to have already given up on yourself.”
Chapter Seventeen
Pippa gasped into the phone as she listened to Mandy, desperately trying to comprehend what she was being told. Caitlin had gone into early labour!
What…? Caitlin had been in labour most of the day but had decided not to mention that piece of information to her husband, not wanting to disturb his coaching preparations. Great idea… Caitlin was crazy—what on earth had the woman been thinking, keeping such a whopping big secret? She was in labour…about to give birth… And to top it all off— hooray —it seemed Pippa had been voted to be the one to go and break the news to an unsuspecting Brodie—but not until after the game, and with instructions to not let him panic. Yeah, right! The man was going to go through the roof, Pippa thought.
“Oh, shit, Mandy, how am I going to stop him from panicking? He’ll have the shits Caitlin didn’t tell him before he left for the game as it is,” Pippa squeaked back into the mouthpiece of her phone. “Yeah… Okay, I’ll try. You just tell Caitlin to hang on till Brodie gets there or it will be a slow, painful death for us all if he misses out on the birth.”
Pippa closed her phone and stared off into space, wondering if it wouldn’t be better to just go and break the news to Brodie now. She felt the warmth of Rook’s hand the minute it touched her skin. Why was it that Rook’s touch could make her body flame? Even when she was so distracted?
“Pip, honey, what’s wrong, baby? You’ve gone so pale—are you okay?” Rook asked. He reached out and took her arm. “Caitlin and the baby will be fine.”
Pippa was confused at the turnaround in Rook’s manner. One minute he’d been full of anger and animosity towards her, and now it felt as though he was sincerely worried about her. Her head was spinning.
“Oh, it’s nothing, really. I just have to wait until after the game to tell Brodie that Caitlin is at the hospital, giving birth to their child. He should take that information calmly. What do you think, Rookie? Will I survive his fury at my waiting until after the game, or should I go tell him now, and risk Caitlin and Mandy’s wrath later? Choices! Lucky me!” Pippa explained, beginning to sound a little on the hysterical side.
“Shit, that is quite a dilemma.” Rook seemed to think about what Pippa had said for a few moments, his own injury temporarily forgotten.
“If it was my kid, I would want to know, even if I was on the field still playing. I think you should go tell him, Pip. Brodie deserves to make up his own mind where he wants to be.”
“Why are you so worried, Rook? You should be pleased. After Brodie kills me you won’t have to put up with me at all,” Pippa snapped back at Rook, but was unable to hide the hitch in her voice as a sob broke free.
“He won’t have time to kill you, baby. He’ll be too focused on getting to the hospital, becoming a dad again.”
Rook talking about being a father had nearly made Pippa pass out—she could visualise him holding a little bundle with a head covered in thatch of blonde curls in his arms and making cute cooing sounds. It took her a few moments to clear the disturbing and heartbreaking thoughts
“It’s Caitlin James. Why would she be calling me?” Confused, still looking at the screen, Pippa had a thought. “She probably wants an update on you, Rook. She’d be one of those terrible ‘goddamn people’ who care about you,” Pippa said harshly as she connected the call. “What do you want me to tell her, Rook? Should I tell her you hate the fact that she cares? Perhaps I should just tell her to give up on you. You seem to have already given up on yourself.”
Chapter Seventeen
Pippa gasped into the phone as she listened to Mandy, desperately trying to comprehend what she was being told. Caitlin had gone into early labour!
What…? Caitlin had been in labour most of the day but had decided not to mention that piece of information to her husband, not wanting to disturb his coaching preparations. Great idea… Caitlin was crazy—what on earth had the woman been thinking, keeping such a whopping big secret? She was in labour…about to give birth… And to top it all off— hooray —it seemed Pippa had been voted to be the one to go and break the news to an unsuspecting Brodie—but not until after the game, and with instructions to not let him panic. Yeah, right! The man was going to go through the roof, Pippa thought.
“Oh, shit, Mandy, how am I going to stop him from panicking? He’ll have the shits Caitlin didn’t tell him before he left for the game as it is,” Pippa squeaked back into the mouthpiece of her phone. “Yeah… Okay, I’ll try. You just tell Caitlin to hang on till Brodie gets there or it will be a slow, painful death for us all if he misses out on the birth.”
Pippa closed her phone and stared off into space, wondering if it wouldn’t be better to just go and break the news to Brodie now. She felt the warmth of Rook’s hand the minute it touched her skin. Why was it that Rook’s touch could make her body flame? Even when she was so distracted?
“Pip, honey, what’s wrong, baby? You’ve gone so pale—are you okay?” Rook asked. He reached out and took her arm. “Caitlin and the baby will be fine.”
Pippa was confused at the turnaround in Rook’s manner. One minute he’d been full of anger and animosity towards her, and now it felt as though he was sincerely worried about her. Her head was spinning.
“Oh, it’s nothing, really. I just have to wait until after the game to tell Brodie that Caitlin is at the hospital, giving birth to their child. He should take that information calmly. What do you think, Rookie? Will I survive his fury at my waiting until after the game, or should I go tell him now, and risk Caitlin and Mandy’s wrath later? Choices! Lucky me!” Pippa explained, beginning to sound a little on the hysterical side.
“Shit, that is quite a dilemma.” Rook seemed to think about what Pippa had said for a few moments, his own injury temporarily forgotten.
“If it was my kid, I would want to know, even if I was on the field still playing. I think you should go tell him, Pip. Brodie deserves to make up his own mind where he wants to be.”
“Why are you so worried, Rook? You should be pleased. After Brodie kills me you won’t have to put up with me at all,” Pippa snapped back at Rook, but was unable to hide the hitch in her voice as a sob broke free.
“He won’t have time to kill you, baby. He’ll be too focused on getting to the hospital, becoming a dad again.”
Rook talking about being a father had nearly made Pippa pass out—she could visualise him holding a little bundle with a head covered in thatch of blonde curls in his arms and making cute cooing sounds. It took her a few moments to clear the disturbing and heartbreaking thoughts
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