She pocketed it in the bucket I had behind her chair.
He took a pull, then asked Garrick, “Start what?”
“The stories about Carter. Know you have some.” Garrick said.
Granger looked at me, and I sighed, “Okay, well, here’s one. So, we got off the rig, headed to this little hole-in-the-wall bar there on the coast.”
I knew what story he was about to tell. Fucking hell.
“So, we get there, we’ve been there before. So anyway, the woman behind the bar always flirts with us and shit. Trying to latch onto one of us. Anyway, she hadn’t tried anything with Carter. Until that night.”
He took a pull from his beer, then he continued, “So she’s trying to flirt with him, and he’s pretending like he can’t hear her over the crowd and the music, so this woman gets mad. I mean, her cheeks are red, her fists are clenched, and everything. She gets up on the bar, and then at the top of her lungs, she says, I’m pregnant with that man’s baby, and he refuses to acknowledge it.”
Ethan’s eyes were wide.
Garrick was shaking his head.
Dominik chuckled.
Alec leaned forward, grinning.
My mom and Darla weren’t paying us any attention as they were chattering away.
My dad and Peter were leaning on the railing, just listening.
“So, the moment the last word leaves her mouth, Carter drops his head and sighs. Then he says, ‘Woman, I haven’t had sex in a long fucking time. So, tell me, how in the ever-loving fuck, I knocked you up’?”
“She says, and I quote,You wanted to wait for our wedding night, but you wanted me rounded with your baby in my belly, so we used a turkey baster.”
Drinks flew out of mouths, and coughs sounded.
I shook my head, then looked at Granger, “Really? My mom is right there.”
Granger looked over his shoulder and then shrugged his shoulders, “She brought you into this world.”
My mom stopped talking long enough to wink at Granger, and then she was back talking to Darla.
Alec was laughing his ass off when Ethan asked, “What happened then?”
“We had thirty Mexicans coming at us, looking pissed. Until a woman walked in, then stormed to the bar, got right in her face, and said some rapid-fire angry Spanish words at her. I looked at Carter, he looked at me, and then we got the hell out of there.
I nodded, “Heard through the grapevine that the bartender was indeed pregnant. With her sister’s husbands, baby.”
Just then, Harlee came to the back porch, leaned down, and kissed my cheek, then she straightened and said, “Food is ready.”
And my little brother, the shit head, stood up first and raced by me; however, I stood up, and grabbed the back of his shirt collar, jerking him back.
Then I said, loud enough for everyone to hear, “My house. My rules. My woman cooked, she fixes her plate first. Then the rest of the women. Then us.”
Alec whipped his head around. “Seriously?”
I nodded, “Deadly.”
“Going to have us doing the dishes too?” Granger asked.
I nodded, “Yep.”
“Raised him right,” Misty said with a smile.
