Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“Well, fuck me.”
“He did, and he has super sperm because you’re pregnant even while on the pill.”
I feel my eyes fill with tears as I look up at Summer, and she rushes over to pull me in for a hug.
“Oh, honey, don’t cry.”
“I’ve been crying nonstop for the past week,” I reply and accept the offered tissue. “Shit, he’s going to think I’m trapping him for his money.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Ryan isn’t stupid. You’re in love, you’re hot for each other, and these things happen. He’s not going to think you’re trapping him.”
“Everyone else in town will.”
“Stop it. No, they won’t. Besides, who gives a shit if they do? He loves you. He already said that before a baby was even a consideration, so I know that it’s soon, but, Polly, you could do far worse than being in love with a very wealthy man whose mission in life is to make sure your every whim is seen to.”
Well, when she puts it like that…
“Okay, maybe it won’t be that bad, but…”
“No buts. Go find that man, tell him about this baby, and figure it out together.”
I blink at her, wipe my nose, and sigh. “You really think it’ll be okay?”
“I do. I know Ryan. He’s not going to disappoint you with this, friend.”
“Okay. I’m going out there now, before I lose my courage.”
“Excellent idea. Call me later.”
I have no idea how I’m going to bring up the subject with Ryan, but I figure I’ll wing it when I get there.
I pull out of my driveway and head down the street. The red Mercedes is still parked down the block. I wonder if they moved in? After I pass them, I see them pull onto the street behind me, and then I don’t pay them any attention at all as I feel dread fill my chest.
Poor Jake. I don’t want him to feel bullied into sharing his dad with me and a new baby. I’m already about to interrupt his life, and I feel bad enough about that. Add on a baby, and that’s a lot of disruption for a kid who’s lived with chaos most of his life.
I turn onto the highway, headed out of town, and suddenly, something hits me from behind.
With a gasp, I look in the rearview mirror and see the red Mercedes.
“What the fuck?”
They ram me again and then zoom up beside me and side-swipe me, pushing me off the highway altogether. I scream as my SUV plummets into the ditch and then head-first into a tree.
I’m dizzy, looking around, and see that the tiny car also hit a tree, and whoever is driving isn’t moving.
Oh, God. I have to call for help. But I’m so dizzy.
I’m so…dizzy.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
JAKE WILD
Ican’t believe I forgot my practice bag at home this morning. I had to drive all the way out to the ranch to fetch it after school and then all the way back to town for practice. We don’t have a game tonight; instead, it’s tomorrow, so I can’t miss this practice. If I do, I won’t get to play tomorrow, and I love playing too much to have to sit out.
Aside from Dad and the ranch, football is the best thing in my life right now.
I don’t really mind the drive in and out of town every day. I love my truck, and driving it is totally legit, so it’s all good.
I’m almost to town when I see Polly’s car, and I can’t help but smile. I sure love her. I wonder when Dad’s going to figure out that he does, too, and finally ask her to marry him. Just when I raise my hand to wave, a red car zooms up next to her and pushes Polly off the road.
I check the mirror before slamming on my brakes and flip around to rush over to Polly.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.
She can’t be hurt. What the fuck did that idiot do that for? Oh, shit, she has to be okay.
As I push out of my truck, I call 9-1-1.
“I just saw an accident,” I begin. “Two cars.”
I give all the details and whip the door of Polly’s car open.
“She’s unconscious,” I say, feeling fear and panic rising in me. “Oh, shit, she’s unconscious. Help!”
“Okay, it’s okay. Feel her neck. Is there a pulse?”
I press my fingers to Polly’s neck and almost cry in relief.
“Yeah, there is. Yeah.”
“Good. I have an ambulance on the way. How is the person in the other car?”
“They’re looking around,” I reply with a scowl. “It’s a woman, and she’s looking around.”
“Stay there until the first responders arrive.”
“I’m not leaving.” I hang up and immediately dial my dad’s number.
“Hey, buddy, did you forget something else?”
“It’s Polly.” I lick my lips. “It’s bad, Dad.”
“Where are you?” His voice is hard now, like he gets when something is really serious, and I can hear him running through the house.