Page 110 of Bridles


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A warmth and contentment I didn’t know I was missing.

When I notice Sawyer’s gaze, fixed on me, I give him a wink.

As I watch his features soften and the love in his eyes, I know the truth.

I’m hooked. They’re stuck with me.

“I guess Elena’s got it now, too,” Sophia continues. “April was telling me that the last time they got together, she had to get up twice to puke.”

“That poor girl,” Lori sighs. “I don’t wish that on anyone.”

Char picks up a slice of apple from the pile. “We should try ginger in the garden this year. I mean, since we all keep having so many babies.” Her smile shows a glint in her eyes.

“Who else is?” Sophia looks from her to me.

I hold up my palms. “Not me.”

Yet.

Char’s grin grows. “Well…”

Sophia’s squeal draws everyone’s eyes.

But Dixon rocks back, a knowing smirk ticking up his mustache.

“Did I miss something?” Mason stands, coming to the counter to carry one of the plates of food to the table.

Sawyer’s right behind him, his brows knotted.

“You’re going to be an uncle again.” Sophia hugs her dad.

His frown shifts to surprise, then the corner of his mouth rises. “That’s the best news ever.”

After everyone has settled with a plate, I’m popping a chip in my mouth when an idea hits me. “What about that guy who was married to that crazy deputy? I can’t remember his name.”

“Who?” Sawyer turns, his cheek comically full of bread.

“Oliver something.” I can see him in my head, but not the credit card.

Sophia chokes. “That guy is a dick.”

“Is that the one from the parking lot?” Sawyer points to her. “He was all up in Wade’s face.”

“Uh huh. Oliver Brookes. Asshole extraordinaire,” she mutters.

“Didn’t he do the demo on my old house?” Char glances between the siblings.

“Yep,” Dixon grunts. “He actually did a great job. I’ll give him a call in the morning.”

“Great,” Sophia drawls, rolling her blue eyes.

“Just because he has an attitude, doesn’t mean he can’t do the work.” Mason gives her a stern look.

“Yea, Soph. You got enough for everyone here at this table, yet still get stuff done.” Sawyer grins at his sister.

I try not to laugh.

They banter like Scotty and I.