Page 134 of Mountain Men Heroes
“It’s actually very common in the Savage family. I don’t know why I’m shocked. So are triplets according to Mrs. Savage.” Her sister went pale at the mention of three babies and the doctor smiled.
“Rest assured, Zahara, there are only two little tikes waiting to be spring babies. In your earlier visits we talked about a home birth. Do you still want to go that route?”
“Yes. Does having twins change that? Should I reconsider?”
“You’ll be fine. Besides, the clinic is only across the street from you and you are in perfect health.”
That’s one thing Ivy noticed right off about Savage Ridge. Everything was close by if not right next door. Probably so they didn’t freeze to death trying to get somewhere!
“I’ll see you next month for your next checkup. In the meantime, stay away from icy sidewalks and tell your husbands congratulations for me.”
“Will do! Thank you so much, Doctor.” Zahara pushed up and Ivy grabbed the door for them.
“Come on, let’s get outta here and get you back to your men so you can share the good news.”
“Yes. That sounds perfect.”
“I’ll drop you off and meet back up with you late this evening. How does that sound? Dinner at my place, well Damon’s. I can cook or we can find a private booth and catch up?”
“That sounds perfect.”
A tiny speck of jealousy wanted to take root, but Ivy refused to let the ugly green ball of gloom stick around. Something spectacular was happening for her sister and she needed to be there for her. It had been only them for so long and now her sister had so many other people.
Fact: She’d never felt more alone than she did now.
Six
Half an hour later Ivy passed her sister off to her overly ecstatic men and made her way back to the bar to find Damon kicking back on a bar stool, a large cup of something on the bar in front of him. Low Christmas tunes greeted her from the jukebox along with the soft jingle of the bell over the door.
Everyone had cleared out except Damon who sat at the bar. The barely noticeable shift in his posture as she walked in signaled he knew she was there. Her knowledge base may be limited, but she was a quick study of human nature.
If he turned to study her, he’d find her heartbeat going into overdrive at seeing his broad shoulders and wanting to find out what they felt like beneath the bite of her nails again.
Over the line of bottles situated on the back bar, Damon caught her gaze in the mirror and for half a heartbeat she faltered, shaken by the flash of amber staring at her.
“Everything go okay with your sister?”
Ivy slipped from her coat and hung it on a peg Damon positioned on a stretch of wall beside the office. “Yep. Found out she’s having twins and Holden and Riley are not going to let her out of their sight for the next four months. I guarantee it.”
Damon’s brows shot up in surprise. “I bet Ethan is going to flip when he hears that and regret offering up a free nursery as bounty in their bet.”
“She had him on speed dial before Holden and Riley had her fully settled inside the truck. I foresee he’s going to be up several nights redoing the design for Zahara’s nursery.”
Damon laughed a low relaxed rumble that teased a smile from her. “That’ll teach him a few things about mouthing off.”
With it barely after noon she still had several hours before Zahara was due back for another visit. A little over twenty-four hours in town and she’d quickly found out not even a snowstorm would keep these people home. Which she guessed was good for business.
“I see you found my hot chocolate.”
“Is this what you served to the family earlier? Damn, woman, now they really won’t leave.”
A glint in his eyes revealed a hint of the untamed man she knew lurked beneath the surface. He tracked her progressed across the room before he took another long sip.
“You’ll have to give me the recipe so I can hide it away and never let them get their greedy paws on it.”
She bumped her glasses up a notch and let her gaze rake over his crossed ankles and the way his thighs looked locked together. He was the embodiment of masculinity. Mussed hair, a slight shadow of stubble along his jaw and a black t-shirt that clung to well-defined muscles she enjoyed beneath her touch, if only briefly.
A sly grin played with the tips of her mouth.