I held a shitty, complimentary ice pack to my split lip and felt my shoulders shake with laughter. “Nah.”
He held his fist out to knuckle punch me. “Nick would be proud, eh?”
“That he would, bud,” I said, tapping his fist.
“When do you think Savannah will come get us? Think she’ll be mad?” Duke asked with a sheepishgrin.
We probably would’ve had to stay the entire night here if it weren’t for the organization calling up and pulling some strings to get it all situated. Now we just had to wait on Sav to come pick us up.
“Yeahhh… I think she might be pretty pissed,” I answered him.
But… prolly not as pissed as I was at the guy who made her cry. Seeing those red-rimmed, teary eyes of hers cracked something in me. I knew something happened as soon as she came back to the table. Her shoulders were all tense and she wouldn’t make eye-contact with me. And she told me she was feeling self-conscious? I wished I could just tell her… If I had the guts, I would say that I thought she looked hotter now than ever before… Sav was always kind of a butt girl, which was great, but with this pregnancy, she was starting to be a boob girl too. I had to look away sometimes to stop myself from staring at her… that’s how hot she was… I just wasn’t sure if she’d want to hear that from me…
“You two!”
We looked up to see the hefty looking sheriff walking towardus.
“You’re lucky she came so quickly for ya,” he told us. “I woulda left your asses in here all night.”
We nodded our thanks and briskly followed him into the waitingroom.
As soon as Duke walked out, he abruptly backed up and ran into me.
“She looks pissed as hell,” he whispered. “I’m scared of her wrath. She’s tiny, but she’s feisty. Jail might be the better option,” he said with panicked eyes.
I sucked in my bottom lip and pushed past him to face her… and dammit… she did look angry. She had a scowl on her pretty little face and her arms were crossed in front of her like she wasn’t about to budge.
I felt Duke ducking behind me. “What do you think?”
“I think we’re in trouble,” I said with a remorseful smile aimed at her.
“Yes. That is correct Benjamin!” she said loudly, letting me know she heard me.
“Oooh, Benjamin,” Duke chimed in.
“You are not off the hook either, Duke Callahan,” she said as she turned on her heel and marched toward the door holding my car keys.
Outside, she hoisted herself up into my truck like she owned it herself and waited for us to climb in.
She moved in on us as soon as we sat down in our seats.
“You guys played so well and now I highly doubt they’ll ever have you back again. How is that supposed to make me feel that I caused this whole thing?” she asked us with wide eyes.
I instantly felt ashamed. “I’msorry.”
“Yeah, sorry,” Duke grumbled from the backseat. “But we had to. You know we did,” he argued.
“I know no such thing!” she snapped furiously. “And you guys need to start thinking of your actions and the consequences of those actions. You guys are both about to be role models here very soon to my little boy, and-”
“What?” I cut her off.
Boy. Did she just say boy?
I gulped and eyed her stomach. Nick’s son.
Her eyes softened. “It’s a boy,” she confirmed.
I immediately reached forward and hugged her small frame into mychest.
