“Maybe.”
I just wasn’t sure I had done the right thing. How had I ended up in this position? A year ago, I had a great job at the FBI. Granted, I hated my boss, and he turned out to be completely crooked, but I loved what I was doing. Now, I was lost in Montana, struggling as a new parent and trying to solve a mystery I didn’t know for sure I could.
Oh, and that one little thing that recently happened. I got married.
Life wasn’t supposed to be so damn difficult once you found what was supposed to be the happiest time of your life.
“Hey! We got a lead on him!” Mav shouted as he ran out of the hospital.
Parker grabbed my hand and tugged me over to Mav’s car, tucking me into the backseat. I was trapped behind the metal cage, and I had to say, I didn’t really like it.
“Where is he?” I asked as he peeled out of the parking lot.
“Careful!” Parker shouted when we slid on the ice. “My wife is pregnant!”
“It’s not like the baby’s gonna go flying out of her if we take a corner too fast,” he jested.
“You don’t know that!”
“Trust me. I’ve been around enough pregnant women to know that’s not a possibility.”
“This is Blake. She’s capable of anything.”
I rolled my eyes. “Pretty sure not even I’m capable of just tossing a baby out of my vagina.”
“So, where did you find Wes?” Parker asked.
“He’s out by the mountain rescue. Sawyer has him.”
“Sawyer?” I didn’t know hardly anyone around town.
“Yeah, Sawyer Nash. His sister Josie owns the apothecary store in town.”
“How did Sawyer get him?” Parker asked.
“The truck broke down. I guess Wes tried to hike it up the mountain,” Mav grinned. “Sawyer already called in Wyatt to have it towed.”
“Fucking great,” Parker grumbled.
“Wait, who’s Wyatt?” God, I was so lost.
“Callahan,” Parker bit out.
“Seriously, I never knew there could actually be a rivalry between two families. I mean, obviously, I’ve heard about them, but this is just ridiculous.”
“The Callahans hate everyone,” Mav added. “They just hate the Parkers more than any other family.”
This whole rivalry thing was too dramatic. There had to be some way toget them to talk it out and end the whole thing. Honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted to live in a town with an actual Hatfield and McCoy feud.
I perked up when I saw Wes standing outside with a brute of a man. He looked like he was ready to bolt, but the man beside him clapped a hand on his shoulder, keeping him in place.
As soon as we got there, I yanked on the door handle, belatedly realizing I was trapped in the back at the mercy of Maverick.
“Do you want to let me out?” I snapped.
Chuckling, he hit the lock, letting me out. I flung the door open and raced over to the kid, ready to tear him apart. Instead, I flung my arms around him, squeezing him tight to me.
“Do you have any idea how much you scared me?” I shouted.
