Secrets Collide (Bluegrass Brothers)

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 outside—as he was just lounging and talking to his brothers. But she could see his lips were drawn slightly and there was tension around his eyes.
    Catching herself daydreaming, Gemma smiled at something Annie said before she continued scanning the room with her investigator’s eye. What she realized frightened her slightly. She received the same looks from a number of people there. The room was full of people who were impossible to read, including Cy's mother, Marcy.
    A shiver rippled down her back and she knew she was being watched. Gemma casually looked around the room and connected with a pair of cold, almost black, eyes. The man they belonged to stood quietly next to the door. She hadn’t even heard him come in. He wore a black suit with a black tie. For a second she thought the shirt was even black, but when he moved out of the shadow she realized it was the deepest red.
    His slightly wavy black hair looked as if it had just been cut and was pushed back away from his strong face. It was his eyes that had made Gemma shiver, though. There was no emotion behind them. The mask this man wore weighed him down to a point where she didn’t know if the man behind it even existed.
    Gemma fought the panic she felt trying to claim her. While looking nothing like the man with the shaved head in L.A., the black suit and dark eyes had her scrambling to escape. She knew the women were looking curiously at her, but she didn’t care. She had to get out of there—now.
     
    Miles and Cy turned