“The hell are you doing up there?” a male voice growls. Most people would cringe, but I’m immune to Rhett Walker’s gruff disposition. He’s like a big brother I never asked for but sometimes appreciate.
When I turn around, he’s glaring at the broken glass. He offers me his hand. “Let me take care of this for you.”
“I can do it.” I hate relying on people for help.
“Baylee Reyes, my wife will tan my hide if you hurt yourself.”
I chuckle and reluctantly take his hand and hop down.
A second later, another Walker brother joins us. Beau’s frown is just as fierce when he sees my window. He’s sporting his Wild Heart Fire Department uniform, and his disheveled hair tells me he probably just got off work.
This is where I’d usually look around to see if Maverick was here, but I can happily say I’m finally over the compulsion. He left for New York, and a part of me is relieved I won’t have to answer any more questions from locals who still sometimes ask if we’re an item.
I don’t tell the Walkers about the message some asshole scrawled on the offending rock or I’ll be here all day trying to talk them off the ledge. They’ll assume it was the McAllisters, and I’ll have to reschedule Miss Rosie’s appointment so I can keep them from committing a homicide.
As they work on my window, every single woman walking by this morning checks them out. All the Walker men areridiculously good-looking, but Rhett and Beau have never caught my eye.
And I’d rather forget the one brother who did.
Now is not the time to think about Maverick, Baylee. You have bigger fish to fry.
Hopefully, that third bad thing won’t happen.
Because now I have to figure out how to tell Sean I’m pregnant.
2
BAYLEE
A few hours later,Rory and I finally get on the road.
For what seems like the dozenth time this trip, I swallow back the urge to puke.
It’ll be okay,I tell myself.Sean might be surprised, but he’ll be supportive. We talked about having a family someday.
This is just a little earlier than either of us anticipated.
“Are you okay?” Rory asks hesitantly.
I flinch at the sound of her voice, not because she’s loud but because I forgot I wasn’t alone.
“I’m fine,” I say even though my white knuckles on the steering wheel might suggest otherwise.
She nibbles on her thumbnail, looking like she wants to say more. Finally, she takes a deep breath. “You can tell me this is none of my business.”
“This is none of your business.”
A rare laugh bursts out of her. “I haven’t told you anything yet.”
I smile. “I know. I’m just being a smartass. It’s my best feature.”
We’re two hours into our trip to Dallas to style a bride’s hairfor her rehearsal dinner and wedding, but since we’re arriving early, I’m hoping to drop Rory at our motel and then swing by Sean’s apartment to break the news to him. Otherwise, I might go out of my mind with stress.
I should’ve told him when he visited me last month, but I chickened out. I told myself I needed to get confirmation first from a doctor.
Well, I have confirmation.
I’m definitely pregnant.
