I stare at him wide-eyed. “I don’t know what’s more shocking. That you believe in fate or that you’re considering this a way out.”
He keeps his eyes on the road. “What the hell can I do for her that Cole’s sister—who raised a tribe of women—can’t?”
I shake my head like it’s obvious. “She’d be with herfather.”
There’s pure silence now and I turn to face the window.
“Kinda country do we live in that I got to have a wife to prove I can take care of a child?” he mutters.
If we’re talking about signs .?.?. That’s a damn good one that he doesn’t want to give her up.
I turn in my seat. Since it’s clear he’s not going to ask what we both know Connor was suggesting. “Dallas. Let me help you. We’ve already planted the seed. Let’s follow through and get you your kid.”
His jaw tightens harder as he watches the road. “What time’s your flight anyway?”
I avoid telling him I don’t have one. That I was going to just grab the first one out as soon as I got there.
“I’ve got nothing but time, Dallas.”
He pulls over in the middle of the highway. In the middle of nowhere. With nothing but dirt, trees, a dark sky, and stars around us.
He turns off the engine and faces me. “What time’s your flight?”
“I don’t have one.”
He swallows, eyes dropping to my lips. Then pulls out his phone. I wait as he goes through a few steps on an app.
I sigh and settle into my seat.
“Window or aisle?” he grumbles.
I grin. “First class.”
His lip perks. “Row thirty it is.”
I shift to face him. “Why are you trying to get rid of me?”
“Because you’re not staying here. I’m getting you on that plane so you can go sing, karate kick, and be a thorn in someone else’s side.”
I give a weak smile but my eyes are stinging. Not because he’s asking me to leave.
But because everyone does.
Dallas’s phone rings. The caller name pops up on the dashboard screen and he curses.
Noah Reeves.
“Who is that?” I ask.
He sighs. “Family friend—and lawyer.” He pushes a button with a bit too much force. “Noah, I’ll call you back.”
“You’re lucky I’m callingyouoff my normal hours.”
“What’s the emergency?” Dallas asks, practically with a yawn.
“Connor called me.”
Another curse under his breath.
