Secrets Collide (Bluegrass Brothers) by Kathleen Brooks Page A

brown, almost black, hair was tied back in a sleek ponytail. She had obviously been in conversation with another lady in a suit with her auburn hair pulled back into a French twist.
    Marcy led her over to the couch first. “This is Mo and his wife, Dani.”
    “Pleased to meet you,” Mo said as he stood and gave a slight bow over her hand. His low, Middle Eastern accent flowed over her and she found herself with a strange desire to curtsy.
    “Please excuse me for not getting up, but I am huge. Once you get me down, it takes a crane to get me off the couch again. Hi. I’m Dani.” The woman in jeans and a maternity tank top held out one hand to shake while her other rested on her very pregnant belly.
    “No worries. Wow, when are you due?” Gemma asked as she shook her hand.
    “In about eight weeks.”
    “Do you know if it’s a girl or a boy yet?” Gemma resisted the urge to reach out and rub the perfectly round belly. Okay, she could admit to herself she wanted a baby badly.
    “No. We didn’t want to know, plus it’s a thing in his country. We instructed our doctor to tell us nothing. It’s going to be a surprise for us and all of Rahmi,” Dani smiled as she rubbed her tummy. Rahmi, what was it about that name that sounded familiar?
    “Hi, Mo. Thanks for letting us land at your airport.” Cy stuck his hand out and shook Mo’s hand.
    Airport, Rahmi, prince . . . ”You’re the Prince and Princess of Rahmi?” Gemma froze as she clapped her hand over her mouth. She didn’t mean to say that out loud.
    Dani chuckled and Mo gave her an understanding smile. “We are. Although here we’re just Dani and Mo. We’re enjoying our last week in Kentucky before going to Rahmi for the rest of the year,” Mo told her as he sat back down and slipped his arm around his wife’s shoulders.
    “And I hate that they have to leave next week, but her doctor is forcing them. Something about not flying too late in the pregnancy,” the pretty auburn-haired woman pouted playfully.
    “The doctor left yesterday, in fact. He wanted to check out the palace and set up a delivery room and a recovery room for the baby. Unfortunately, he has my cell phone number. He’s worse than a mother hen,” Dani laughed.
    Marcy smiled kindly but then got back got to the business of introductions. “This is Kenna Ashton and her husband, Will.”
    “It’s nice to meet you, ma’am,” Will said as Kenna smiled.
    Cy reached around Gemma and with one large hand scooped the baby into his left arm. Sophie was still goo-gooing in his right. “And this handsome fellow is my nephew, Ryan. He’s Annie and Cade’s son, aren’t you, big boy?” Cy bounced him happily as both kids laughed gleefully at a man who was suddenly not looking so dark and dangerous anymore.
    Cy reluctantly gave the babies back to their parents when he saw Ahmed quietly slip in through the door. Miles pushed himself off the dining room doorframe and quietly headed toward him as well. The silent show of support meant a lot to him.
    Over the last twenty minutes, the group had naturally separated. The women were huddling around the couch talking about babies, and Gemma was filling in Paige about the changes to Los Angeles. It had been so many years since Paige had left there after fashion school. Cy practically forgot she had been there the first two years he was there. Of course, L.A. was so huge, he was never in any risk of actually seeing her. But that didn’t mean he didn’t check up on her.
    “Ready?” Miles asked as he stopped next to him.
    “I guess. I’m really not looking forward to this. You think Ma’s going to be mad?” Cy asked as he shot a glance at his sweet-looking mother.
    “Does a one-legged duck swim in circles?”
    “You could've just said yes.”
    “And you’ve been in L.A. too long,” Miles grinned.
     
    Gemma scanned the room and her eyes connected with Cy’s. Even at his parents’ house, he wasn’t really relaxed. Oh, he looked it on the