Baby Makes Three
Out of the corner of his eye, Gabe Mitchell saw his father, Patrick, spit a mouthful of seaweed-wrapped tofu into his napkin like a five-year-old.Gabe kicked him under the table, appalled but envious.
"So?" Melissa-something-or-other, the chef responsible for the foul-tasting vegan spa cuisine, asked. "Was I right, or what?"
"Or what," Patrick muttered, balling his napkin up beside his plate.
"You were right," Gabe said and pushed his own mouthful of bitter mush into his cheek away from his taste buds. "This is really something."
"Well?" She smiled broadly like a cat with her eye on the canary. "When do I start?"
Patrick laughed, but quickly coughed to cover it, so Gabe didn't bother kicking him again.
He managed to swallow the mess in his mouth, took a huge sip of the unsweetened berry smoothie to wash it down and was appalled to discover she'd somehow made berrie ... read full excerpt from Baby Makes Three ebook
