Letting Abbs’ friends take her in hand.
Because sometimes a man needed to call in the experts, and as much as he loved his wife, he knew there were things she still held back from him, still kept close to her chest.
Part because of her asshole of a father.
And part because she felt a responsibility to do everything by herself.
Stubborn woman.
But still, he wouldn’t take her any other way. He just knew that sometimes he needed a little help to get through that shell of hers.
When Hunter left to put his homework in his backpack, CeCe came up next to Jordan, leaning a hip against the counter as he sliced vegetables. “It’s not often a man”—her green eyes danced—“calls an emergency Book Club meeting.”
“You mean Wine Club?” he deadpanned.
“Yes, exactly.”
He sighed, dropped the veggies into the stockpot. “She says she’s not doing enough,” he said softly. “Like giving birth and nursing Emma, all while taking care of Hunter and Carter isn’t enough.”
CeCe snorted.
“Exactly,” he said. “But I don’t think that’s all of it. That’s why I called Sera. There’s something else going on.”
“Yeah?”
He thought about the way she’d jumped away from his touch, the guilt in her eyes, the way she’d avoided being close to him all day.
And his worry was that it was more than being tired or feeling like he was taking on too much. Jordan worried that she was unhappy because of something he was doing and just hadn’t found a way to tell him.
Which worried him further.
Because if their communication had broken down that much, if she couldn’t just talk to him as a friend and wife, then . . . fuck, he was definitely doing something wrong.
Hence the big guns.
Hopefully, if she couldn’t talk to him, she would at least talk to her friends.
“We’ll sort her out, Jor,” CeCe murmured, squeezing his arm. Then she smiled. “After her nap, that is.”
“Did Bec get her to go lay down?”
A nod. “Already out, poor thing.”
He stirred the pot, began adding tomato sauce. “Emma has decided that sleep is far too overrated.”
“I thought you guys were going to hire a nanny.”
“Abby wants to wait until she goes back to work.”
“A night nurse?”
He shook his head. “Couldn’t get her to agree to it.”
“Stubborn one, isn’t she?”
“It might be her superpower.”
CeCe chuckled. “We’ll turn the screws, get her to talk.”