Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 104237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
I tried to smile, but I knew it looked fake.
“When are you going to tell him? Please don’t wait too long, Scarlett. It wouldn’t be fair for Trevor to miss out on things.”
Looking at the ground, I shook my head. “Right now, I don’t really care what is fair to Trevor. He’s pushed and pulled at my emotions so much, Amelia, and I’m pissed at him.”
She blew out a breath. “That’s fair. Listen, I know what we need to do to cheer you up.”
My eyes lifted to hers. “What?”
“We need to have a girls’ day.”
I chewed on my lip. “I’m not…um…ready to tell anyone else about the baby.”
Amelia stood, pulling me up with her. “Hell, neither am I. As of right now, you’re the only other person who knows.”
“What did you have in mind?” I asked, making my way to the kitchen for a glass of water to rinse my mouth out.
“I know you don’t really know Waylynn and Paxton, or Corina and Harley, but they’re all amazing. I know they want to get to know you, so I say we meet them for brunch, then we go to my place and have a fun-filled day. Bring your swimsuit, we’ll get in the pool.”
She spun around and looked at me. “You’re not showing, are you? You’re not that far along.”
I shook my head. “Almost ten weeks.”
“I don’t have anything but a little pouch that honestly I’ve always had!”
We both laughed again.
“So, you in?”
I chewed on the inside of my cheek as Amelia tilted her head and gave me a pleading look.
“Okay, I’m in.”
My father’s truck pulled up and stopped as I drank the last of my water. It might have been mid-October, but it was still hot as hell.
“Trevor, Wade, how’s the new fence going up?”
Wade walked to my father and shook his hand. “Morning, sir.”
“It’s going like any other fence, Dad. Mitchell send you out here to check on us?”
My father laughed. “No. He and Steed were trying to get some cattle out of the east pasture. Looks like someone cut the fence to ride their four wheelers again.”
I cursed under my breath. Damn kids. When I caught those little bastards I was going to string them up by their toes.
Wade groaned next to me. “Damn kids.”
Nodding, my father replied, “I’m going to string the little bastards up in the barn and lash ’em.”
I couldn’t help but smirk at how close my thoughts were to my father’s.
“You boys want to grab some food? Melanie is meeting Joyce for lunch, and I’ve been abandoned by everyone. Wade, your wife is having a little party over at your house. Girls only I’ve been informed.”
My chest dropped at the mention of Joyce, Scarlett’s mother.
Wade grinned like a love-struck puppy. “Amelia texted that I wasn’t allowed home until this evening. It is a girl-only zone.”
The hearty laugh that rumbled from my father’s chest made me smile. “It’s nice to see them all spending some time together. They also invited Scarlett.”
My head jerked up, and my father smiled—like he knew that bit of information would grab my attention.
“Scarlett?”
Her name was out of my mouth before I could stop myself.
“Seems Maebh and Scarlett have become friends recently.”
“Really?” I said, casting a glance over to Wade. He shrugged, like he had no idea why my father was bringing this up.
With a wink he added, “Seems to me you boys should crash the party later. It could be fun.”
Wade laughed, and I frowned. Was my mother getting my father involved in her plans push to get Scarlett and me together? I sure as hell hoped not. It was hard enough with her butting in; if you added my father to the mix it would be too much to take.
“I’d stay and help, but it looks like the two of you got it covered. Enjoy the hot Texas day.”
“See ya around, Dad,” I called after him. Wade went back to work as I watched my father turn his truck around and head down the dirt road.
“What was that all about?” I asked, facing Wade.
“What do you mean?”
“He was talking about Scarlett.”
Wade shrugged. “So?”
“Did you tell anyone about last night?” I asked, picking up the wire cutters and making my way over to him.
“No. Well, Amelia. I told Amelia.”
I groaned. “Why?”
He let out a gruff laugh. “Because I tell my wife everything. And, dude, do you even remember last night?”
“I remember you stopping me before I ripped Eric’s goddamn throat out of his neck.”
Wade laughed. “Then you weren’t as drunk as I thought you were.”
I huffed and got back to work. The sweat poured off of me as we got the fence up and headed over to the east pasture to fix another fence that had been cut.
“You think they’re dating?” I finally asked.
“Who?” Wade wiped his forehead with his sleeve.