Her brothers looked outraged at that.
“You rock stars are a loose bunch,” Blue added.
“That’s insulting to us and Mom and Dad, who raised us right, and don’t swear in front of Mom,” Finch said.
“Swear away,” their mother said. “I sure feel like it. You two had no right to go after Jay. Your sister was involved in conceiving the baby, you idiots.”
“Thanks, Mom.” Blue then walked out of the room.
“Where are you going?” Lynx demanded.
Ignoring him, she grabbed her bag from her room and then headed down the hallway toward the front door.
She had to get out of this house and find a place of her own, wherever she decided to put down roots next.
“Hey, sweetie. How are you?” Her father was walking in the front door as she reached it.
“You need to talk to your sons, Dad. They just picked a fight with Jay Haddon. Can I borrow the van?”
He nodded and handed her the keys without a word. Clearly one look at her face told him she was in no mood for a chat.
She was walking out the front door when she heard Hamish McAllister’s words. “You two are idiots.”
It took a lot to rile her father, but her brothers could usually do it with ease.
Driving into town, she wondered what had happened and if Jay was okay. Both her brothers could throw a punch that would drop someone, but she thought maybe Jay could look after himself too.
Blue had visions of a mass of bodies, Dukes and McAllisters all fighting in the street as she drove into Lyntacky. If the Keller brothers were there, they’d join. Instead, she found a normal scene—well, normal for Lyntacky. Tripp was dressed in an orange square-dancing shirt with black tassels. On the bottom, he wore running shorts, which thankfully were not as high-cut as Bart’s. With him were several children, little ones not yet school age was Blue’s guess. All were holding hands and dancing in a line down the main street.
Only in Lyntacky, Blue thought.
Did anyone else know that she was pregnant yet and that Jay Haddon was the father? No one ever really knew how gossip spread as fast as it did, but inevitably everything got out and reached all corners of the town.
She saw Zoe as she stepped out of her store and pulled into the curb beside her as she raised her hand in a stopping motion. Blue then lowered the window, and hoped this wasn’t going tobe about her starting up a boutique in Petticoat’s back room. She really just didn’t have that in her now.
Zoe was strong and determined, and no doubt she had to be with four brothers. She and Blue’d had their arguments over the years because neither she nor Blue was someone who backed down about anything, but they had grown up and were now friends.
“Hey, girl, how you feeling?” Zoe said after bending to look in the window.
“Good. You?”
Zoe, in fact, looked the picture of health in a long fitted navy skirt and loose white shirt. The woman always had style, something the fashion designer in Blue appreciated.
She only just resisted a glance down at her bare legs in cutoffs and a tank top to check for stains.
“I know you’re pregnant, Blue,” Zoe said.
Blue sighed. “I guess it had to get out.”
“My family aren’t a vault when it comes to secrets, so yes, I know. Jay’s the best, and he’ll be a great father, and as you’re not too bad either, this kid is on a winning streak right off when it’s born.”
Blue sniffed loudly and then held out a hand. “Don’t—seriously, Zoe, I cry all the time at the moment, and I’ve been looking forward to the second trimester when it stops, but it hasn’t. But thank you for your w-words.”
“Remember that we’re all here for you and Jay, Blue, and especially if anyone gives you any shit,” Zoe added. “Maybe that boutique could be a good fit now with what’s going on?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Okay, but you may want to get along to the station right now because your man is in a cell.”
