Ramsey: A Military Bad Boy Secret Baby Pregnancy Romance (The Bradford Brothers Book 3) by Juliana Conners Page A
Authors: Juliana Conners
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she shouts.
I watch her look for me behind the couch and in the hallway closet, as if I’m some kind of amateur.
Then, the doorbell rings.
Damn it , I think. Susan’s already back from running her errands. She probably wants help carrying in the groceries. She’s going to come in and ruin everything, once she figures out that instead of her nice wedding china that were a gift to her and my brother Mark when they got married, I’m in her china cupboard!
I’m not about to give up my hiding place and lose the round, especially when I’m already in trouble anyway. I’ll just have to explain to Susan that it was for the good of the game, and her daughter’s character. Becky used to pout when she didn’t win, but now she just thinks of a new strategy for the next game.
Suddenly, I think, Why did Susan ring the doorbell? She knows better. I’m surprised Mason didn’t wake up.
I can barely see Becky answer the front door, but I hear her say, “Hello! I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.”
Then I hear a male voice say, “I’m not a stranger. I’m a friend of your Aunt Monica’s.”
Oh my god.
Ramsey.
I pull up the fabric, squinting to see as far as the front door in the living. Sure enough, he’s standing there, holding flowers.
“Oh. Then you can help me find her,” says Becky, and opens the door for him. “And help me win the game.”
It’s all I can do to not let out a squeal of excitement.
But I can’t afford to lose this round. I’m behind by two.
Chapter 20
I had spent the whole flight pondering all the different possibilities that could happen when I randomly show up at Monica’s house. Maybe she wouldn’t be home. Maybe she’d have a guy over, which would be very awkward.
Maybe she’d hate me for showing up announced, and tell me to go back home. Maybe the return address on the package she’d sent me with the soundtrack in it wasn’t even hers, or she’d think I was a stalker for saving it.
Maybe she’d moved away or was out of town, and I wouldn’t even be able to find her. Maybe— and of course, this is the one I’d hoped for— she’d collapse into my arms with surprise and happiness.
But of all the situations I imagined, I have to admit, a kid answering Monica’s door wasn’t one of them.
I decide to just roll with it. Since Monica doesn’t seem to be appearing, I obviously don’t have much choice. And it’s rather amusing.
“What’s your name?” I ask the little girl.
“Becky. And I’m four.”
“Nice to meet you Becky. I’m Ramsey. And I’m old.”
Becky laughs, and I’m hoping that Monica will too. It would make finding her go a lot faster. But she doesn’t let out a peep.
Guess I’ll have to try harder.
“Where is her favorite place to hide?” I ask Becky.
She shrugs.
“If I knew that, I’d always win,” she says.
“Good point. I guess she can’t make it that easy on you.”
She glances up at me, in a way that looks eerily similar to Monica.
“She doesn’t make it easy on me,” she says.
“I guess that doesn’t surprise me.”
“I’m going to be just like her when I grow up,” she says.
“It sounds like you already are.”
“Now I just need to find her. Are you going to help me or what?”
“All right, all right. Let me think. Did you check the bathtub? I hear she likes to take bubble baths. Maybe she’s soaking in there with a good book, while we’re going through all the trouble to find her.”
Becky laughs again, and I hear a stifled giggle from somewhere in the next room over.
“She’s in the dining room!” Becky exclaims.
She grabs my hand and leads me in there. We look under the table, and around the corner towards the kitchen, but there’s no Monica.
“Hmmm,” I say. “There really aren’t that many places to hide in here. We’ve about explored all our options.”
“Tell another funny joke,” she says.
“Okay,” I say, trying to think of one on the spot. “But you’re
I watch her look for me behind the couch and in the hallway closet, as if I’m some kind of amateur.
Then, the doorbell rings.
Damn it , I think. Susan’s already back from running her errands. She probably wants help carrying in the groceries. She’s going to come in and ruin everything, once she figures out that instead of her nice wedding china that were a gift to her and my brother Mark when they got married, I’m in her china cupboard!
I’m not about to give up my hiding place and lose the round, especially when I’m already in trouble anyway. I’ll just have to explain to Susan that it was for the good of the game, and her daughter’s character. Becky used to pout when she didn’t win, but now she just thinks of a new strategy for the next game.
Suddenly, I think, Why did Susan ring the doorbell? She knows better. I’m surprised Mason didn’t wake up.
I can barely see Becky answer the front door, but I hear her say, “Hello! I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.”
Then I hear a male voice say, “I’m not a stranger. I’m a friend of your Aunt Monica’s.”
Oh my god.
Ramsey.
I pull up the fabric, squinting to see as far as the front door in the living. Sure enough, he’s standing there, holding flowers.
“Oh. Then you can help me find her,” says Becky, and opens the door for him. “And help me win the game.”
It’s all I can do to not let out a squeal of excitement.
But I can’t afford to lose this round. I’m behind by two.
Chapter 20
I had spent the whole flight pondering all the different possibilities that could happen when I randomly show up at Monica’s house. Maybe she wouldn’t be home. Maybe she’d have a guy over, which would be very awkward.
Maybe she’d hate me for showing up announced, and tell me to go back home. Maybe the return address on the package she’d sent me with the soundtrack in it wasn’t even hers, or she’d think I was a stalker for saving it.
Maybe she’d moved away or was out of town, and I wouldn’t even be able to find her. Maybe— and of course, this is the one I’d hoped for— she’d collapse into my arms with surprise and happiness.
But of all the situations I imagined, I have to admit, a kid answering Monica’s door wasn’t one of them.
I decide to just roll with it. Since Monica doesn’t seem to be appearing, I obviously don’t have much choice. And it’s rather amusing.
“What’s your name?” I ask the little girl.
“Becky. And I’m four.”
“Nice to meet you Becky. I’m Ramsey. And I’m old.”
Becky laughs, and I’m hoping that Monica will too. It would make finding her go a lot faster. But she doesn’t let out a peep.
Guess I’ll have to try harder.
“Where is her favorite place to hide?” I ask Becky.
She shrugs.
“If I knew that, I’d always win,” she says.
“Good point. I guess she can’t make it that easy on you.”
She glances up at me, in a way that looks eerily similar to Monica.
“She doesn’t make it easy on me,” she says.
“I guess that doesn’t surprise me.”
“I’m going to be just like her when I grow up,” she says.
“It sounds like you already are.”
“Now I just need to find her. Are you going to help me or what?”
“All right, all right. Let me think. Did you check the bathtub? I hear she likes to take bubble baths. Maybe she’s soaking in there with a good book, while we’re going through all the trouble to find her.”
Becky laughs again, and I hear a stifled giggle from somewhere in the next room over.
“She’s in the dining room!” Becky exclaims.
She grabs my hand and leads me in there. We look under the table, and around the corner towards the kitchen, but there’s no Monica.
“Hmmm,” I say. “There really aren’t that many places to hide in here. We’ve about explored all our options.”
“Tell another funny joke,” she says.
“Okay,” I say, trying to think of one on the spot. “But you’re
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