Kane’s POV
I do not think that I have driven so f.ucking carefully in my entire life. The fear of making a single mistake, a sudden jerk of the tyre or a stray stone flipping up from the trucks around us and hitting the windscreen, has me practically paralyzed. I’m terrified that a split second reaction on my part might somehow hurt Brandy or our baby, so I find myself crawling at fifteen under the limit all the way to the doctor’s office.
I can see my firebug laughing to herself out of the corner of my eye throughout the entire journey, her shoulders shaking with suppressed giggles. I don’t care how ridiculous I look to anyone else; I’m not risking either of them just to gain five minutes on my commute. My knuckles are white against the leather of the steering wheel, my eyes scanning ev
