Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(108)

Clarice is pregnant.

Hunter glanced up, and out of the corner of his eyes, amongst the crowd rushing about the hallway, he could make out the person he was searching for. He jumped out of his chair immediately and raced towards that person but ended up getting caught in a stampede of people rushing towards the elevator instead.

There was definitely no denying it. This time when he caught that person, he was going to get this whole shebang straightened out.

As he fought closer through the cluster of people, his hand reached out and made contact with that shoulder. “Waiter boy!”





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Max walked into the hospital foyer, rubbing his stomach. Why didn’t he eat anything before coming here to pick up Clarice? When she had left him that message on his cell phone that she was in the hospital, he was so scared that he couldn’t imagine keeping anything down. But why didn’t she just text him? Why use an unknown phone number.

Anyway, that wasn’t important right now. What was more concerning was Clarice’s health and safety. He just hoped she was okay, though, because he didn’t know what to do if she was sick. Hopefully, it was just some mild accident.

After receiving the news, he texted both Whitney and Elise. So far, he hadn’t received a reply.

As he was about to approach the reception desk, he felt someone touch his shoulder and call out, “Waiter boy!” By instinct, he glanced around and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw Hunter, who he had thought was Anton, careening towards him at a very high speed. Not sure of what else to do at that instant, Max took off before Hunter could get a good grip of his hoodie.

“Hey, you! Stop!” Hunter called out, running after Max.

But Max didn’t stop. He knew he was in trouble. That Anton guy must have found out it was him. He had to escape. Clarice said she wanted his sperm, but she didn’t mention anything about wanting the guy, so Max just ran faster. But Hunter was taller and had longer legs, so after only a few seconds, Hunter caught up with Max and gripped his hoodie, halting the boy.

“Okay, I’m stopping. I’m stopping.” Max raised his hands in surrender.

Hunter relaxed his grip then, knowing he’d captured Max, but when Max felt the tension ease, he surprised Hunter again by running off at full speed.

“You rascal,” Hunter yelled when he realized he was fooled.

“Huh, like I’m gonna let you get me, big bro.” Max laughed, then sprinted off again.

“Get back here. We have to talk,” Hunter yelled.

“I’m not talking to you,” Max yelled back.

“You! Arrgghhh, waiter boy.”

Hunter hastened his pace, his legs eating up more distance, until he was so close to Max that he came slamming into the smaller boy, tackling him to the side of the footpath. Getting a good grip on his neck, Hunter pinned Max until he pleaded for him to let go.

“Fine, I promise I won’t run off again,” Max said while trying to catch his breath. And then his stomach had to release an embarrassing growl.

Max looked up at Hunter then, who was about to lecture him, when he raised his hands before Hunter started with the preaching.

“Please,” Max panted trying to catch his breath again. “If you want me to talk, you have to feed my stomach first.”

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“McDonald’s! You’re the heir to Silverton Enterprises and you take your honorable guest to lunch at McDonald’s?”

“Honorable guest my ass.” Hunter wanted to kick the kid in the butt just to teach him a lesson in messing with people’s lives. “McDonald’s is good enough for a kid like you. Now talk. I want to know every single detail. Why the hell did you pretend you were a waiter and drag me into that room? And who was that woman? I’ve been running around for ages looking for her.”