“A couple of days ago. Now’s not really a good time to get into it. You guys are still in Colorado, right?”
“Right,” Salem said. “We’ll be home in a few days. You can tell us the entire story then. Wait, where are you staying? You’re not staying at the ranch because otherwise Muddy would have told me you were staying there.”
“I’m crashing at The Regal Beagle,” I explained.
“Well, pack your shit and get to the ranch,” Salem commanded. “I’ll give Muddy a heads-up that you’re coming.”
“No—Salem, there’s no room for me.”
“There’s plenty of room. We can move the boxes out of Hadley’s bedroom and stick them in the cellar. The bed is still there, and we haven’t even started preparing her room as a nursery. I should really get on that, shouldn’t I?”
“No, seriously, it’s fine,” I said. “I’m . . . happy where I am.”
“The baby shower isn’t for two weeks. You can’t stay at The Regal Beagle that long.”
“I love you. I love your family. But I’m not crashing at the ranch house for two weeks. I’m not sharing a bathroom with you and Cas. Especially since you’re still throwing up in the mornings.”
“I didn’t think of that.” She paused. “All right, well, I’ll talk to Hadley, and we’ll noodle on something. But you’re okay, right?”
“Yeah, I’m okay,” I said. “I think.”
“Does Wyn know where you are?”
“Of course she knows where I am. Who do you think put me on the plane?” I said with a laugh.
“Man, you guys really kept that one close to the vest, didn’t you? Okay, love you, and I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Have fun with your legendary bull rider.”
“Oh, believe me, I am.”
I hung up and set my phone in the cup holder of the truck console.
“Sunshine?” Brooks asked.
“Don’t you dare,” I snapped.
“Wasn’t gonna,” he lied—but he couldn’t stop the laugh. “God, that middle name really does fit you.”
“Well, don’t get attached to it. I’m changing it to Danger. Poet Danger Peabody has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, hate to break it to you, but Sunshine it is, and Sunshine you will always be.”
“If you tell anyone . . .” I warned.
“Your secret is safe with me. So, your parents must be interesting people.”
“Interesting,” I murmured. “That’s one way to put it.”
“You got any siblings?”
“Two,” I replied and then stopped talking.
“Another touchy subject?”
I sighed. “No, it’s fine. I just know once I tell you their names, you’re going to make fun of me even more.”
“I doubt that. Now come on—tell me.”
