Tessa greeted them. “Ian’s grilling steaks on the back patio. Supper will be ready in a few minutes.”
Harmony studied her as she led them into the kitchen. Her frizzy, copper hair was flat. A no shower day, for sure. Her creamy complexion looked pale. “Are you okay?”
Right then, Ian came in the back door, teeth chattering. His nose and cheeks glowed like Rudolph’s. He held a platter with four steaks, tented in foil.
Tessa looked embarrassed. “I baked with Grandma all morning. I felt great. I wanted to make bouillabaisse, but the smells bothered me. I kept getting nauseous.”
“Oh, shit.” Brody shook his head.
Ian frowned at him.
“You need to go see a doctor,” Brody said.
“What do you think is wrong with her?” Ian sounded concerned.
“I don’t think I’m sick,” Tessa said. “Or contagious.”
“Neither do I.” Brody went to the refrigerator to fetch two beers. “I think you’d better start taking prenatal vitamins.”
Ian stared. So did Tessa and Harmony.
Tessa asked, “What do you mean?”
Brody raised an eyebrow. “I think you’d better pee in a cup.”