I may not be all that experienced in relationships, but even I know I’m falling in love. I can’t get enough of Kenzie, and I don’t want that to change.
She never leaves my mind.
I guess it makes sense now why I could never find a woman I wanted to settle down with. She’s the one I’ve been waiting for this whole time. I always thought I was just being too picky, but she already had everything I wanted. I just had to buck up and admit it to myself.
I’m glad that I did.
I carefully tamp down my wide smile while parking in front of the house. Dad’ll have to help me unload everything, and I don’t want to listen to his advice on love. To be fair, his relationship with Mom is right out of a storybook, but the embarrassment of talking about girls with my father is a bit much. I think I’ve been doing pretty well in the wooing department without his guidance so far, and it’s not like there have been any real hurdles to overcome.
Me and Kenzie are on the same page when it comes to our relationship, as far as I know. Actually, I should probably talk to her about that and make sure she doesn’t have any doubts about how important she is to me.
For now, it’s time to get to work. I’ve been daydreaming about her since I woke up, and there is a lot of stuff to do around the ranch this week.
Lowering the tailgate of my truck, I hear the rumble of tires coming up the driveway. Turning with a confused frown, a bright blue sedan fights its way through a cloud of dust.
We’re not expecting guests as far as I know, and that’s not a car that I recognize. I pull a few bags of feed closer to the edge of the tailgate as I wait for the car to roll to a stop.
The dust settles after the car parks, and I immediately wish I had just booked it inside.
Savannah fucking Ward sits in the driver’s seat, glaring at me as she kills the engine.
She slams the car door behind her, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the mid-afternoon air.
Her blonde curls bounce as she marches right up to me, visibly steaming with fury. Her face is screwed up in a nasty snarl, hands curled into fists at her sides. She’s always been a small woman, but her anger only serves to make her look like a petulant toddler. I grit my teeth and square my shoulders to ready myself for whatever tantrum she’s going to throw my way.
I thought she’d gotten over this latest attempt at fucking with my family, but it looks like she was only getting started.
“Fuck you, Boden!”
Off to a strong start.
“Look, Savannah, I’m really?—”
“No, you look!” She cuts me off without mercy and yanks my hand toward her. I’m too surprised by the sudden movement to resist, and she slaps something plastic into my palm before stepping back. “I’m done playing your games. I’m tired of this shit! I’m a fucking person too, Bo!”
Guilt claws timidly at my gut as tears well in her eyes. She looks away as I stare at her, dumbfounded. She doesn’t look like a toddler anymore, she just looks scared. I don’t want to have any sympathy for her after all the shit she put Oakley through, but she looks genuinely distressed. I guess I really am a softie at heart.
I tear my eyes off her shivering frame to look at what she put in my hand, and the whole world drops out from beneath me.
“What is this?” My words come out strained and breathy as I stare down at the pregnancy test with a bright pink positive sign in the little window. “What the fuck is this?”
Savannah scoffs, watery and hurt, but her eyes are sharp as ever when I look back up at her.
“What does it look like, genius?” she asks. “I told you I was pregnant. I figured this was the only way you’d stop avoiding me. You can’t just hit it and quit it, not when something like this happens.”
My mouth drops open in shock as I struggle for words. This isn’treal. There’s no way it’s real. This is just another of her bullshit stunts to fuck me and my family over. But the plastic in my hand is very, very real.
Has she been telling the truth the whole time? About… everything?
The thought makes me want to be sick.
“Are you just going to stand there? Say something!” Her eyes brim with tears again, and she wraps her arms around her waist as she stares at me. She looks absolutely devastated, like I’ve left her out in the cold. “You need to be a man about this, Bo. My parents are fucking pissed.”
The mention of her parents makes my blood run cold. What is this, a playground fight?If you don’t apologize, I’m going to tattle.
No, this is so much more serious. This is so much worse.
“What do you want from me?” I ask, my voice brittle and tense.
