I couldn’t keep the grin off my face. Yep, Woods had noticed her.

     “Jimmy!” I said when her face turned beet red and realized she’d been scolding him too. I liked this girl. I just might have new friend material here.

     “Woods right? That boss?” I asked, grinning because I knew there was no way she was messing around with Woods’ dad.

     “Of course, Woods. The girl has taste. She ain’t gonna boink the old man,” Jimmy replied with a roll of his eyes.

     “Would you stop saying ‘boink’?” she asked, still blushing. I needed to ease her embarrassment because Jimmy was only making it worse.

     “Jimmy shouldn’t have told me that but since he did, can I say, Woods is a great guy. If you are in fact… um… boinking him then you picked a good one.”

     “Thanks,” she said, biting back a smile. I really hoped Woods had a thing for her. I had a feeling Bethy would love her too.

      “If I don’t have this baby this week maybe we can get together and have lunch,” I suggested. I would call Bethy and have her come too. She glanced down at my stomach and I could see that she thought it was highly unlikely that I was going to make it out the door without having this baby, much less until next week. She was probably right.

     “Okay. That sounds good,” she replied.

     I couldn’t wait to tell Rush. Maybe we should invite her and Woods over for dinner one night. That would be fun.

     “Della Sloane.” An angry growl broke into my thoughts and I jerked my gaze from her to the police officer standing in the doorway.

     “Yes, sir,” she replied. I watched as her face went white and I glanced around for any sign of Woods. Where was he when you needed him? He had always been barging in at the wrong time when I worked here. Now would be a good time to barge in.

     “You need to come with me, Miss Sloane,” the officer barked as he held open the door waiting on Della to walk out of it. “Miss Sloane, if you don’t come willingly I will have to go against Mr. Kerrington’s wishes and arrest you right here on the club’s grounds.”

     What did he just say? Arrest? Mr. Kerrington? Woods wouldn’t do this. If he had he would have at least shown up and been a part of it. Besides, I was a good people reader and so was Jimmy. We both liked Della. Something was wrong.

     “What are you arresting her for? I sure as hell don’t believe Woods knows about this,” Jimmy demanded as he stood in front of Della as if to protect her. I loved him even more for that. She looked like she was about to faint.

     “Mr. Kerrington does know. He is who sent me in here to escort a Della Sloane out of the building and then arrest her once I had her in the parking lot. However, if she doesn’t come willingly I will arrest her and anyone who stands in my way.”

     Woods didn’t know. I didn’t believe him. Something was off.

     “It’s okay, Jimmy,” she said and stepped around him. I watched helplessly as she walked out the door.

      “You gotta find Woods,” Jimmy said, looking back at me.  “I don’t believe that. I think there’s more to this and I think all fingers point at the old man.”

     I nodded. I agreed. “I don’t have Woods’ number in my phone. It bugged Rush so I took it out,” I admitted, looking up at Jimmy sheepishly.

     Jimmy shook his head and grinned then took my phone from my hands and punched in Woods’ number. “Call him. If he doesn’t answer go hunt him down. I can’t help. I now have no help this shift and I gotta get my ass in gear.”

     I nodded and headed out the door to watch as Della was put in the cop car with way more force than was necessary.

     Woods’ phone went straight to voicemail. I tried it again but again just voicemail. Running down the hall, or more like waddling quickly, I went to his office and knocked but nothing. I tried opening it but it was locked tightly. Crap.

     I hurried outside as I dialed Rush’s phone. He would know what to do and Woods could very likely be with him. Just as my foot hit the stone walkway I felt a cramp followed by a gush of water between my legs. I froze.

     My water had just broken.

RUSH

 

    “You look good for a married guy,” Grant teased as I walked back to the cart to get my putter.

     “Of course I do. I’m married to Blaire. I’m the luckiest bastard on the planet,” I replied, not taking his bait. He wanted to get me fired up because Grant thought me getting angry was funny.

     “Blaire is smoking hot. Even nine months pregnant,” he drawled, leaning back and propping his legs up on the dash of the cart.

     “If you are wanting a fucking broken nose then keep it up, bro,” I snarled, glaring back at him.

     He began laughing and I knew he’d gotten what he wanted. I rolled my eyes. My phone started vibrating and ringing in my pocket. That was Blaire’s ring. I dropped my club and reached into my pocket to get the phone. She didn’t call me randomly. If she was calling then she needed me. I started walking to the cart waiting on her to answer.

     “Hey,” I said the moment she answered. She took a deep breath and I threw the cart in reverse and started speeding toward the clubhouse.

     “My water just broke,” she said trying to sound calm.

     “I’m on my way. Stay right there. Don’t move. Don’t drive. Just wait on me.”

     “I’m in the clubhouse parking lot. I was coming to find you when it happened,” I replied.

     “I’m almost there, baby, hang on. Less than a minute, I swear,” I assured her.

     She made a grunting noise then took a few deep breaths. “Okay,” she replied then hung up.

     “Shit,” I growled and wished to God the stupid cart went faster.

     “I’m gathering that she’s in labor,” Grant replied from the seat beside me.

     “Yeah,” I snapped. Not wanting to talk. I just needed to get to her faster.

     “I guess that means you don’t care that you just left your putter back there,” Grant replied.

     “Fuck no, I don’t care about the damn putter.”

      Grant crossed his arms over his chest. “Okay, just checking.”

     “I need you to take my phone. Get Abe’s number out of it and call him.”

      Grant grabbed my phone and did as I asked while I slammed the cart into park and took off running across the grass to the parking lot.

     Blaire was standing beside the Mercedes I’d bought her with one hand on the car and one hand on her stomach. She looked more relaxed than I imagined.

     “That was quick.” She smiled at me when her eyes met mine.

     “Are you okay?” I asked, wrapping my arm around her and walking her over to the passenger side.

     “I’m okay now. The cramping has eased up. But Rush, I shouldn’t get in this car. It’s brand new and I have... well... I’m wet,” she said, stumbling over her words.

     “I don’t give a rat’s ass about this car. Get in. I’m taking you to the hospital.”

     She let me help her in the car although I could see the reluctance on her face. She didn’t want to mess up her new car. I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I swear I’ll have it completely detailed inside before you get out of the hospital,” I assured her before closing the door.

     I ran around the front of the car and Grant was standing there with a nervous expression. “She okay?”

     “She’s in labor,” I stated the obvious and jerked the driver’s door open.

     “I called Abe. What else can I do?”

     “Call Dean. He’ll want to know,” I told him before closing the car door. I didn’t let myself think about the fact I wouldn’t be calling my mom or sister. There was no point. I couldn’t trust them around Blaire.

     “Do you think maybe you should call your mom? Or do you think she would rather not know?”