Stone smirks. “Yeah, which is all the more reason that you both need to accept that couples have disagreements.”
“Should I feel guilty for a thought I once had?” I wonder, because I keep questioning it.
“No, like you said, it can’t be changed. A lot of guys may be the same way when an accidental pregnancy happens, let alone finding out late. Even a woman can think it. But like I said, you got over that detail. Give her space. Focus on your daughter, and eventually everything will fade away.”
My lips quirk out. “Nah, its more than that. I know it is.”
I know a sleepless night is ahead, which isn’t great, as tomorrow is game day.
“Okay, then what is your plan of action?”
I nearly groan. “I’m in Seattle. Who plays for Seattle?” I give him a hint.
Stone’s voice rumbles a deep laugh. “No way, you’re going to talk toher brother?”
“Hopefully I come out alive.”
“Damn, the guy hates you.”
I wince at the thought. “It eased to only dislike lately. Desperate times, desperate measures."
"When is this showdown happening?" Stone inquires.
"I asked him to come here in a little bit. Figured a public place is the best solution, plus tomorrow after the game we head off right away."
Stone grins. "Can I sit in the corner to watch the show?"
I shake my head. "Don't be an ass. Why are you here again?"
"Research," he simply states.
My face turns puzzled. "What the hell could that be?"
His head tips the side slightly. "A woman, actually."
I stifle a laugh. "Since when?"
"Since she pushed me because I threw an apple onto the ground, and she got concerned for a deer."
"Well, that's kind of weird."
He proudly grins. "Yeah, but here I am, because she has a book signing. She doesn't know I'm here, but I figured the element of surprise and a basketful of apples to piss her off will do the trick."
For the first time in two days, I have to smile at that ridiculous move. "I can't even process that right now."
Stone grips my shoulder. "That's good, because your murderer just arrived." He tips his head in the direction of Briggs who is standing at the other end of the bar with his shoulders puffed out.
I groan, and my jaw ticks as I prepare myself.
"Going to head to my room." Stone stands.
"No, you're not."
His grin is making me ready to push him like we did when we were kids and he stole my Ninja Turtle. "You're completely right."
By the time he is gone and Briggs fills his seat with a steely look, I feel like I might be regretting my move.
"Okay, Vaughn, you get ten minutes to tell me why I shouldn't beat your ass. Isla didn't tell me what happened, only grumbled some sounds which I feel like were not in your favor." Briggs crosses his arms.
