Page 143 of Wilde Flame

“Did the idiot finally tell you he loved you?”

I whipped my head around to stare at Ensley. “What?”

She waved off my surprise. “Please, I knew months ago that he was in love with you. Before the baby, I knew. He just had to get out of his own head.”

“He has told me. And can I just say, your parents did a beautiful job raising you all. I wish I’d been recording what Caden said to me.”

Ensley wiggled her brows. “Romantic, huh?”

“Very.”

Emeline poked her head between us. “What are you two whispering and giggling about over here?”

“How romantic our brother is. He told Lilibeth he loved her.”

Emeline let out a squeal, then clamped a hand over her mouth. She wrapped her arm around mine and quickly dragged me through the house, Ensley on our heels. We walked into Ladd’s office, and Emeline shut the door.

“Tell us everything!”

Smiling, I said, “Everything?”

“You can leave out the sex stuff,” Ensley added with a wink.

I sighed and sat down in a large chair in the corner of the room. My hands went to my chest, and I closed my eyes. “I am so in love with your brother. And the other night, when Rachel came, the way he poured his heart out to me was… I don’t have words to describe it.”

They both sighed.

“Goddamn it, why can’t I find a love like that?”

Emeline and I both looked at Ensley. Taking her sister’s hand, Emeline said, “You will, Ensley. When you least expect it.”

Rolling her eyes, she replied, “I’ve given up, Em. Totally given up.”

“Don’t say that,” I begged.

Ensley smiled sadly as she looked from me to Emeline. “Look at you both, with your cute little baby bumps. Maybe I’ll look into IVF.”

Surprised, Emeline asked, “For a baby? You want to have a child?”

“I’m almost thirty, Emeline. Of course I want to have kids.”

My heart ached for Ensley. “You’ve still got plenty of time.”

Waving off where the conversation was going, Ensley said, “We didn’t come in here to talk about me.”

Nodding, I said, “Things are going wonderful with Caden. Did you guys know that he can draw?”

They both nodded their heads.

“He’s been drawing for as long as I can remember,” Ensley said. “He’s damn good at it.”

I smiled. “He drew the baby’s nursery. Well, how he envisioned it.”

“How did he do?” Emeline asked.

“It’s beautiful. Stunning, if I’m being honest. If he ever wants to change careers, he could make a living as an artist or nursery design.”

Both sisters laughed.