“I have a court date,” Brock said. “My attorney said it will probably be thrown out since there are recordings from the cruisers proving Cash taunted me.”
“What about the rest of it?” Trixie asked. “You could’ve killed him, Brock.”
“After what he did to you and scores of other women, I should’ve killed him.”
“Would it have made you feel any better?” Trixie struggled to ask the question.
“After what he did to you?” Brock asked, touching her cheek. “Probably, Trixie.”
Mitch shook his head. “Take it from someone who knows. The justice system is in place to take care of criminals like Cash. If his blood had been on your hands, Brock, you wouldn’t have been able to live with yourself.”
“You’ve gotten by all right.”
“Sure, spending a few years in prison is just what I wanted to do with my life.”
Brock rubbed his jaw. “I’m not sorry I retaliated and I’ll tell a judge that much.”
“Men,” Ansley began, shooting Trixie a quick glance. “Right now, we need to focus on Trixie. Let’s all try to create a calm, restful atmosphere for my sister.”
“What the fuck do you mean he’s gonna walk?” Kane bellowed from the hallway. “The hell he will. I’ll pull strings that connect places you can’t even begin to imagine. Do you hear me? You beat this, damn it. You find a way and you make sure he cannot post bail or else it will be your ass!”
“Like I said,” Ansley began again, smoothing her palms over the bedspread. “Let’s all create a calm, restful place for Trixie.”
About that time, one of Trixie’s doctors entered the room. “I need to have a few words with the patient and her husband.”
“Husbands,” Brock corrected him.
“All right,” the doctor said, massaging his nape. “And who are the uh…lucky gentlemen?”
Trixie and Brock locked in a knowing gaze. He turned to Mitch, who immediately rose from the bed and started for the door.
“The man trying to leave the room is one of them. I’m Brock Sheldon,” he said, thrusting his hand forward. “This is Rory Matthews and Mitch Colony.”
“I see,” the doctor said. “And which one of you would be the responsible one?”
“You can bill me or Rory,” Brock assured him. “We’ll stop by billing and take care of everything.”
“You don’t understand,” the doctor said. “I’m not at all worried about your wife’s bill. I’m worried about her health. Who is responsible for her current condition?”
Mitch bowed his head. Rory shifted. Brock took a weighted breath.
“It’s a long story, Doc, but in the end, we’re all responsible for her current predicament.”
“That’s impossible. I’m referring to the pregnancy. Are you the father?”
“What? No.” Brock glanced at Rory.
“Don’t look at me,” Rory said, swinging his gaze to Mitch.
“If the good doctor is suggesting a pregnancy, the child probably isn’t mine,” Mitch said.
Ansley cleared her throat and headed for the door. “So much for relaxing and calm.”
“Ma’am, do you know who the father is?” the doctor asked.
Trixie moaned. She flung her arm over her head. “This can’t be. I have two children already.”
“Then I’m assuming you know what causes them,” the doctor said. “And yes, you are pregnant. You’re about fifteen weeks. We’ll do an ultrasound to make sure everything is okay, but it looks as if you’ll add to your uh—growing family—soon.”
“Brock!” she squawked, tears streaming from her eyes.
“Don’t blame me,” Brock said, looking at Rory. “I’m sure it could be his.”
“I’m sure it can’t be,” Rory said, waggling his brows. “Until this past week, I suited up when I went to play.”
“Don’t do that,” Trixie said. “We’re all in this together. We agreed.”
Rory grinned. “Yes we did. And I’m thrilled. I can’t wait to become a father again.”
“Same here,” Brock said, pressing his lips to her hand.
Trixie studied the doctor. “You’re sure everything is okay with the baby?”
“We won’t know until we run more tests but I’m confident you and the baby are fine.”
Trixie turned her focus to Brock and a disconcerting look marked her expression.
“Honey, what is it?”
Trixie quickly shook her head. “I’m just shocked. Another baby? Another one?”