She holds her hands in the air. "Sorry."
I warn, "Keep running that big mouth, and I'll start mistaking you for the flies I swat on my porch."
She gapes at me.
I shove past her and exit the store, going directly to my car and slamming the door. I start the engine and then pull out of the parking lot.
My pulse takes a while to return to normal. When it finally does, the previous worries come flooding back.
Wyatt and I are toast.
How will Wyatt even take this news?
He's been gone for the last two weeks. There was a huge rodeo in Wyoming. Jagger went with him, so it's been hard for us to communicate except for the occasional text messages. He should be home tonight, but I'm not sure if I should even tell him Imight be pregnant. He lost his ride, and Wyatt's normally in a better mood when he wins.
My stomach somersaults like a calf in a roping pen. I pull through our gates and park. I get out, and the sound of Jagger's diesel truck fills the air.
I turn, and my stomach sours even more. Jagger parks next to my car, and they get out.
"Willow. Anything exciting happening?" Wyatt asks, dragging his eyes over my body from under the shadow of his brim.
I might be having your baby.
All I want to do is dive into his arms and forget all our problems, but I can't. I reply, "Not much."
Another truck comes barreling through the gates. Dust floats in its wake, and Jax's face comes into view. He slams on the brakes and stops next to Jagger's vehicle.
"Great," Wyatt mutters.
"Long time no see," Jagger arrogantly offers.
"Don't you give me your shit," Jax orders.
I glance at Wyatt, quietly asking, "What's going on?"
It's not the first time Jax has been upset with Wyatt or my brother. They always seem to get into some trouble when they're at the rodeos, whether Wyatt wins or loses. Dad suggested Jagger stay home, but he couldn't stop him from going.
Jax flies across the dirt and comes to a stop in front of Wyatt, accusing, "Are you stupid?"
A hint of guilt crosses Wyatt's expression, but he puffs his chest and stands taller. "Meaning?"
"Don't you sass me," Jax snarls.
"What's all the commotion about?" Dad booms.
Wyatt clenches his jaw.
What did they do this time?
I glance at my brother, but his expression is neutral, and he has the same stance as Wyatt.
Jax turns to Dad. "These two prize idiots couldn't handle losing again."
Dad scowls at my brother. "I told you no more fights."
Jagger shrugs. "Assholes had it coming to them."
Rage turns Dad's face red. He pins a glare on Wyatt. "I thought I taught you to value your career."
