“That’s none of your business,” he says.
Her smile widens like a knife unsheathing. “Oh, but I think it is. You’re Sam’s best friend. And she’s his little sister. You think he’s not going to lose his damn mind when he finds out you’ve been sneaking around behind his back?”
Will’s jaw clenches. “You’re not gonna be the one to tell him.”
Her brows lift. “Why not? You scared of what he’ll say?”
“No,” I say before Will can speak.
Missy turns to me, blinking like I just remembered how to talk.
I step forward, chin high, shoulders squared. “We’re not hiding anymore. We’re telling him today.”
Will’s eyes flick to mine. And there’s pride there.
Missy lets out a short, incredulous laugh. “God, you’re so smug.”
“No,” I say calmly. “I’m just in love. And we’re having a baby.”
The words land with a thud. Her face pales.
“You’re what?” she hisses.
Will slides an arm around my waist. “You heard her.”
Missy opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. For once.
I guide Will past her without another glance, heart racing. As we reach the door, he leans in, lips brushing my ear.
“Damn, sugar,” he murmurs. “That was hot.”
And for the first time all morning, I laugh.
On the drive back to Broken Heart Creek, we come up with a plan.
“There’s a chance she’ll try to call him,” Will says, watching the road but glancing at me every few miles, just to make sure I’m still okay.
I snort. “He blocked her number a long time ago.”
Will grins. “Smart man.”
I lean my head against the window. “How do you want to do this?”
“I don’t know,” he says. “How do you want to do it?”
I sigh. “Never had to tell my big brother I’m pregnant before. Not exactly something you prep for.”
His hand finds mine across the console, fingers threading easily. “We’ll figure it out.”
He’s quiet for a moment. Then he says, “You know, Billy would’ve loved this.”
My breath catches at the mention of my dad.
“You think so?” I whisper.
“I know it.” His thumb strokes over my knuckles. “Remember your senior prom?”
I groan. “God. How could I forget? It was traumatizing as hell.”
