Chapter 40
The beach house with flowing white curtains in the painting matched the one in Loren’s office that had been taken off the wall.
“That’s odd.” He led Grant to it. The house numbers were 246 and the sign in the yard read Brenda’s Summertime Retreat. Everything else seemed to be the same as the one at Loren’s house.
“Can you feel that?” Grant put his hand on his belly as he moaned.
“Feel what?”
“The boat rocking.”
“Are you going to be sick?”
“Maybe.” Grant blew out a breath.
“Want to get some fresh air?”
“No, God, no.” Grant swallowed hard. “Then I can seethe waves.”
Merrick stroked Grant’s arm. “Just breathe. Stay calm. I’m still not sure what we’re in for here.”
Grant took a deep breath. “You should’ve chosen Thurman.”
“What?”
“He’s more geared for these adventures.”
“I don’t love him, though.”
“He loves you.” Grant glanced at Thurman, who stood before a painting, his hands folded behind his back. “Probably laughing at how I can’t take this.”