The two of them made such an odd pair, the strikingly beautiful woman in her mid-twenties and the gawky scientist who had to be at least ten years her senior. Maybe once Jordan had a chance to know Lindsay a little better, she’d find the courage to ask exactly how the two of them had ever gotten together.
“Actually, the recommendation was beer for nursing women,” Miles said. “And even that recommendation came under some fire. The risk/benefit analysis was somewhat flawed.”
“Well, we’ll discuss it again after this critter arrives.” Lindsay winced, and put a hand on her belly. “Which, judging by the way he or she kicks, should be any day now.”
“Go for next Tuesday, if you can,” Brent put in. He’d tagged along because Jordan had asked him to. She wasn’t even sure why exactly, except that i
