“God! Why do you have to be so vulgar?”
I cocked my head. “Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?”
“Yes. Yours,” she snapped, and scrambled off the mattress.
I dragged my hands down my face and followed her into the bathroom, finding her leaning against the sink, crying. “Dimples, what’s goin’ on?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered. “I’m sorry. I just can’t seem to regulate my emotions right now.”
“Come here, baby.” I pulled her against my chest. “I think you need to take a test.”
“What kind of test?”
“The kind where you pee on a stick.”
She gasped. “You think I’m pregnant?”
I shrugged. “Been through it three times, Dimples.”
“I’m on the pill.”
“Because women have never gotten pregnant on the pill before?”
“I’m not pregnant,” she insisted, pushing away from me. “I’m just tired.”
“Okay, baby. I’ll make coffee.”
I left her to calm down and made my way to her kitchen.
Wyatt
SUNDANCE HAD TO leave after his coffee, but insisted on retrieving Teddy with me, so he was back a couple of hours later.
Because my brother called ‘shotgun,’ I ended up having to let Teddy ride in the front seat of Sundance’s truck, so I was stuck with my thoughts while we drove to the compound. And let’s be real. Wyatt Bates stuck with her thoughts alone wasn’t always a good thing.
By the time Sundance pulled up to the cabin, I was kind of a mess. I was nervous about meeting Hatch and Maisie and the potential implications of them not liking me. Stuff I didn’t typically care about, but the stakes seemed higher now.
Sundance wrapped his arm around me and walked me inside, Teddy was already ahead of us and made a beeline for the pinball machines, and I stuck close to Sundance as we walked into a party in full swing.
“Teddy!” Orion called, and my brother waved as he rushed over to him.
Aero walked toward us and handed me a glass of whisky. “Hey, Wyatt.”
“Is this how you’re going to greet me every time you see me?” I asked.
“Do you want me to?”
“Ah, duh,” I sassed, and Aero laughed.
“Okay, man, I’ll take care of my woman’s alcohol going forward,” Sundance growled.
I smiled at Aero, ignoring Sundance’s edict. “Thanks, buddy.”
Aero gave me a chin lift and walked away, as Sundance guided me toward the pool tables. A tall, drop-dead gorgeous man who resembled Rollo from Vikings (before he cut his hair) stood with his arm around an equally beautiful blonde woman, and she was speaking, keeping everyone enraptured by whatever she was saying.
“Oh my god, is that Maisie?” I asked.
“How’d you guess?” Sundance asked.
