Sensual Confessions - Brenda Jackson [17]
“As well as can be expected. And how was your trip to Oklahoma?”
Blade lifted a brow. “How did you know I went to Oklahoma?”
“Slade told me when I called to check on Skye. She’s been a little under the weather.”
“Oh,” Blade said, leaving his bedroom and heading for the kitchen to get a beer out of the refrigerator. He hadn’t known his sister-in-law was sick. “How is she doing?”
“She’s doing fine for someone who’s having a baby.”
Blade blinked. “Excuse me? Skye’s pregnant?”
“I dreamed about fish last night, so you know what that means.”
He nodded as put his great-grandmother on speakerphone, placing his cell phone on the table while he unscrewed the beer cap. Yes, he most certainly knew what that meant. Everybody in the entire Madaris family did. If Skye wasn’t pregnant, someone else was. It seemed whenever his grandmother dreamed of fish someone ended up pregnant.
“Yes, I know,” he said, before tipping the beer bottle to his mouth to take a huge swallow.
“I’m guessing it’s Skye, which would be my first great-great-grand. So I’m tickled pink at the thought of that. But who knows. It might not be Skye. It just as well could be one of your girlfriends.”
Blade nearly choked on the beer he’d been drinking.
“Blade? You okay?”
He coughed to keep from choking. “Yes, I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about it being one of my girlfriends. I don’t do babies.”
“But you do women and all it takes to make a baby is a man and a woman who—”
“Excuse me, Mama Laverne, but I think I hear someone at the door,” he said, quickly deciding the last thing he needed was to hear his great-grandmother’s version of how babies were made. “I need to go answer it.”
“Oh, okay. Will you be at church Sunday?”
He rolled his eyes. He hadn’t planned to go. “Why? Is there something happening there this Sunday?”
“Something happens at church every Sunday, Blade.”
He rolled his eyes again. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll see if I can make it.”
“Elsie Fowler’s niece is back in town and she’ll be there.”
Blade shook his head. Now he knew for certain that he wouldn’t make it. Elsie Fowler’s niece, Sharon what’s-her-name, was not his type. She was the clingy kind who hadn’t been all that great in bed. “Okay, Mama Laverne, I’ll talk to you later.”
He hung up, glad to end the call. His great-grandmother meant well, but they had different opinions about things, namely his marital status and his social life. The old gal was a die-hard matchmaker. And from what he’d heard, she used to be good at it back in the day. Five of her seven daughters-in-laws had been handpicked. And now she was trying to step back into that role. All of her great-grandchildren were well aware that she was trying to marry them off. Blade even suspected she had something to do with Luke and Mac getting together. It was a good thing she didn’t know of his interest in Sam or she would have taken it the wrong way. The only thing he was interested in was getting her in his bed, nothing more.
After emptying his beer bottle and putting it in the recycling bin, he made his way to the living room. It was a Thursday night and in his corner of the world, the weekend didn’t start on Friday. It started tonight. He picked up the phone to call his friends Wyatt Bannister and Tanner Jamison to see if they were interested in heading over to Sisters, a restaurant where they knew single women liked to hang out. He was back on familiar turf and he felt good about it.
Chapter 4
“Welcome back, Sam. How did things go with your parents?” Mac asked as soon as Sam walked into the conference room.
She made a face as she sat down in one of the chairs at the large oval table.
“Mmm, that bad?” Peyton inquired as a grin spread across her lips.
“Worse. They weren’t expecting me, so I figured I would have the element of surprise on my side, but that wasn’t the case. Even with such short notice they were able to make sure Cash Larkin made an appearance.”
“Cash Larkin?” Peyton asked as she spread cream cheese on her bagel. “Who’s Cash Larkin?”
“He’s a new attorney at the firm. He’s been there for