Chapter 91

• James was waiting on us when we get home. He was standing on the porch, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his slacks, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows to expose his tattoos.
• “Emmaline would have greeted you all, but she’s having a bad day,” he explained. I frowned at the thought of the woman I’d come to think of as a little sister having a low. “So, I won’t keep you. I want to get back to her.” I nodded in understanding. “Dr. Williams is downstairs waiting on your arrival.” He smiled at the woman in my arms. “Welcome home, Juliana.”
• With that, he turned on his heel and strode into the house. I sent a mental thank you to him for having Dr. Williams ready for us. James was good like that – always ahead of everyone else. And since he knew Juliana hadn’t seen a doctor yet for her pregnancy, he made sure she would see one when we got back home, helping to ease some of the burdens from my shoulders.