Page 54 of Come Fly With Me

Callum frowned at the empty margarita jug in front of her. Great. Just what he needed—tipsy Sinclair sisters. He mentally upgraded them from kittens playing with grenades to chimpanzees juggling grenades.

I think it’s sweet that you want to look after Izzy like this.A message from Donna, the last sister, appeared on his screen.

It was quickly followed by three identical texts saying,Suck up!

Callum nabbed a waiter as he passed. “See that table? With the women all dressed in green?” For some reason, the sisters were all wearing the bridesmaid dresses they’d worn for his wedding. And, more baffling, they’d excitedly told him that was the plan, as though he’d want to know. “I need you to go over there and tell them to get off their phones.”

The color drained from the guy’s face. “I-I can’t do that.”

“Aye, you can. That’s my wife and sisters-in-law. Just tell them to stop texting me and get on with their night out.”

His eyes flitted between Callum’s face and the phone in his hand. “Couldn’t you just text them?”

“Do I look fourteen to you?” Callum growled.

The waiter swallowed hard. “I’ll get right on that, sir.” And he scurried away.

A minute later, all four women scowled at him, and he returned to drinking his water in peace.

A peace that was shattered ten minutes later by gasps from their table. His head shot up to see them on their feet, napkins in hand, leaning over Isobel—and there was a puddle of water on the floor.

Callum was running the short distance separating them before he’d consciously decided to do it. He shoved a waiter out of the way and barreled through a group of exiting diners.

“Call an ambulance,” he shouted. “My wife’s water has broken.”

“No!” the sisters shouted in unison as Callum screeched to a halt beside Isobel.

“It’s going to be fine,” he reassured her. “Where’s that ambulance?” he snapped at anyone who would listen.

“Everybody, calm down,” Agnes called as she surveyed the stunned and silent diners. “There’s no impending birth; we just spilled a glass of water.”

“What?” Callum studied Isobel’s bright red face.

“I think it’s time we left,” she said.

“I’ll get your bill,” the manager hurriedly told them as he ran for the desk.

“I’m going to kill him,”Agnes snapped at Isobel. “I’m sorry, but you’re going to be a single mother. Again.”

“What were you thinking?” Mairi demanded, her red hair looking like it was sparking around her. “We booked those seats months in advance because we wanted the best view in the house.”

Isobel pressed a finger to his lips. “I swear, I will hurt you if you say this is more secure. I’m working hard to stop from having a violent outburst. Don’t make it impossible for me.”

“Is something wrong?” the usher asked, shifting nervously in the doorway.

“No.” Donna smiled at him. “We just weren’t expecting to be in a box. We’d initially chosen seats in the front row of the circle, right in the middle, where we could see the whole stage. But…” She glanced around at the small space with its six straight-backed chairs and a better view of the audience than the stage. “This is lovely too.”

“Yeah, lovely,” Agnes said. “If you want to watch what’s happening in the wings and miss all the action on the side of the stage you can’t see. First, he ruins dinner, now he screws with the show. I’m sorry, Izzy, but he has to go.”

“Do you want me to get the manager?” The usher backed away from them, eyeing the exit.

“No,” Callum told him. “Leave.”

The guy ran.

“Callum!” Isobel glared at him. “That was rude. If I didn’t know kicking your shin would hurt me more than you, I’d do it.”

“Just aim above the prosthetic,” Mairi said helpfully.