Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
C arys
“What’s this?” I set my sleeve of crackers on the table and take the box Gannon hands me. “I hope it’s a magic wand to stop this nausea.”
He kisses my forehead and sits, running a palm behind my thigh.
It’s his new thing to be touching me constantly. If we’re in the same room, he has a knee against mine, a hand on my shoulder, or just wraps me in his arms. I’m not even sure if he realizes he’s doing it.
The breakfast area is one of my favorites in the house. There’s so much glass and sunshine that it feels good being in here. The little jade plant on the table doesn’t hurt, either.
Gannon said he doesn’t know how the plant got there, but suspects his housekeeper left it behind. I told him that jade plants represent good fortune and prosperity in some places in the world. He promised to give her a raise.
“It’s not a magic nausea wand,” he says, “but I think you might like it.”
I open the box and sort through the colored paper. A white book with thin black script is nestled in the bottom. Baby Brewer’s Baby Book .
“What’s this?” I ask, lifting it out of the box.
“I read about it the other night.” He squeezes my leg. “Some people write down doctor notes, and some use them as a diary. Sometimes, people add pictures and use them like a time capsule. I just thought you might like it.”
I pull him into a hug. This thoughtful man is too much . “I love it, Gannon.”
“And I love you.”