Page 63 of Saving Breely
Kyla shook her head. “No, thank you. Really, I’ll be fine. I don’t want to bring this party down over a little tummy disagreement.”
“You’re not bringing us down.” Sadie made her way around the porch and out onto the lawn greeting everyone. Her smile made each person feel like her best friend.
When she came back up to the porch, she stopped in front of Breely. “I hear you’re going to work at the lodge.”
Breely nodded. “I love being around people and close to Moe and his team. Mr. Jacobs said that I could bring my horse down from Kalispell if I want. They have room in the barn.”
Sadie hugged her close. “I’m just glad you’ve decided to stay with us. You’re part of the family.” She glanced over at Moe. “Has he made it official yet?”
Breely’s cheeks heated. “We’re happy. What more do we need?”
Sadie nodded. “He hasn’t asked.”
“Sadie,” Hank caught her arm, “are you matchmaking again? Leave these people alone. They need to do things in their own time.”
Hank grimaced at Breely. “My wife thinks everyone should be married with at least two babies.”
“Happily married,” Sadie corrected. “I wish everyone could be as happy as I am with you, Hank.”
He smiled down at his wife and bent to brush his lips across hers. “And I’m crazy, stupid in love with you, my dear.”
Breely’s heart swelled at the love unashamedly displayed between Hank and Sadie.
Hank straightened. “Breely, Robert, Fiona, have you met Kujo, Molly and Six?”
Breely shook her head and turned to the tall man with black hair and blue eyes. “Kujo?”
The man held out his hand. “Joseph Kuntz. Kuntz, Joseph. KuJo.” He shook her hand. “They gave the handle in Army Basic Combat Training, and it’s been with me ever since.”
Kujo shook hands with Breely’s parents and Moe. “Welcome aboard, man. He turned to the woman beside him whose belly was the size of a watermelon. “This is my wife, Molly.”
Breely took the woman’s hand, surprised at the strength of her grip. “Stone was telling me you’re an FBI special agent.”
Molly nodded, her hand rubbing across her belly. “I am. Though I will be going on maternity leave soon.”
“Congratulations,” Breely hugged her. She bent to the dog at Molly’s feet. “And who do we have here?”
“This is Six.” Molly’s hand smoothed over the dog’s head. “He’s the retired Military Working Dog Kujo trained when he was on active duty.”
“He’s beautiful.” Breely smiled and looked for Moe.
He was close by, leaning on the porch rail. His gaze shifted to the sky then to her. He stood with his hand in his pocket, but he wasn’t relaxed or at ease. Again, he glanced up at the sky. Why was he looking weird? It was like he was anxious or nervous.
Breely went to him and laid a hand on his chest. “Hey. Are you okay?”
“Sure,” he said, looking up at the sky again.
Breely shook her head. “You’re not okay. What’s wrong?”
He smiled down at her. “Nothing, sweetheart. Nothing at all.” Again, he glanced at the sky and then back to her.
Breely looked up. The sky was a beautiful summertime blue. “Are you sure you’re feeling all right?”
He tugged at the collar of his button-down shirt. “Never felt better.”
“Do you need a ginger ale to settle your stomach?” she asked.
“Huh?” He looked at her quizzically then shook his head. “No.”