Chapter Eighteen
Landon woke up in a rush, Laurel’s voice calling to him in a panic. He sucked in a lungful of air, eyes searching the darkness so’s he could remember where the hell he might be.
He wasn’t sure — but it didn’t matter none, not when Laurel’s cry was still ringing in his ears.
He answered the phone before it rang. “Sister.”
“Bubba.”
“Quoi ça?”
“I’s… I did something bad.”
“I’ll fix it.” He didn’t know where he was, but he’d fix it. “Just let me get me some clothes on.”
“Bubba, you’s in Yankeeland.”
“Oh.” Merde. “Okay, dis-moi. I got you.”
He pulled on his jeans and a sweatshirt. It was chilly outside of his cher’s arms.
“I been… I been with Chrissie Taggart.”
Landon nodded. He wasn’t stupid. The baby Taggart had done been envoûté from the second those eyes had landed on his sister. It was good, the heat between them, and the knowingthat Chrissie loved her pleased him to the bone. “I heared that. It ain’t no bad thing, oui?”
“Landon.” Her voice dropped, and she sobbed once. “Je suis en famille.”
Oh, that motherfucker.
Chrissie’d done got his sister pregnant and then left her? What’s that what this was? He was going to track the man down and kill him. He would take Adam with him and make Adam do it.
He stormed into the bedroom in the trailer, poking Adam right in the ass. “Get up, you, and find me that brother of yours.”
“Bubba!” Laurel was yelling into the phone.
“No. No, you let me deal with this. I’ll skin him and use his skin as shoes.”
“What the hell, honey?” Adam rolled over, flopping in the best places.
“Your enculé brother got Laurel with child — gon’ tear his fuckin’ head off, me.” Landon didn’t mind the bébé none, but damn if he ain’t gon’ make Chrissie make her his woman for true.
“Wait, whut?” Adam blinked at him, his face screwed up into hard lines as he tried to wake up and follow what Landon said.
“Your ‘tit frère, he done put un bébé in my sister. I gon’ put him down ‘less he do right on her.” How hard was this to get?
Adam seemed to be doing math in his head. Finally his expression cleared. “So you mean Chrissie got Laurel pregnant?”
“How many times are you gon’ make me say that?”
“Until it makes sense. I’ll find Chrissie.” Adam rolled naked out of bed and wandered toward the bathroom.
“Uh-huh.”
“Don’ you hurt my man, Landon!”
He blew Laurel a kiss through the phone. “La, only a little, oui? Jus’ enough.”
He hanged up and stomped into his boots before heading out. His vieux would find them.
