by Beau Brown
I was surprised when he actually laughed. “Okay. Got it.”
“What I’m about to suggest is purely about keeping you and that little baby you got inside you safe.”
“Why do you care about me and this baby?” He looked mystified.
“I honestly don’t know. But you’re in trouble. It doesn’t take a genius to see that. I think maybe if you weren’t pregnant you’re just ornery enough you’d be okay. But the baby has you in a pickle. I don’t see how you can thrive in the situation you seem to be in.”
He chewed his lower lip, distractedly rubbing his belly. “So what’s this crazy idea of yours?”
I winced. “What would you think about bunking with me until the baby’s born?”
His eyes widened and he took a step back. “What?”
“I know. I know this sounds nuts. I ain’t exactly thrilled about having a stranger living in my house. Especially a stranger who tried to steal my truck.”
“I can’t live with you.” He sounded breathless.
“Why is it any worse than living on the streets?”
“Well, because--” He sputtered. “It’s just… we don’t know each other.”
“You’d have the guest room. I ain’t suggesting we share a bed.” I gestured toward his stomach. “But the baby would be safer this way.” I wanted to add he’d be safer too, but I didn’t get the feeling he’d appreciate my concern.
He stared down at his stomach, a parade of different emotions fluttering over his face; confusion, fear, stubbornness. He flicked his gaze to mine. “Your kindness to me makes no sense. People aren’t like this to strangers.”
I shrugged. “I told you I ain’t no knight in shining armor. If you weren’t pregnant, I’d probably take you straight to Slaterville and wash my hands of you.”
He gave a gruff laugh. “Well, fuck you too.”
“I’m just being real with you. I assume you prefer the truth.”
“So you really are doing this to keep the baby safe?” His voice was quiet.
“Yes.”
His suspicious demeanor changed suddenly and he pursed his lips. “Okay.” He nodded. “I can live with that. Sure, I’ll stay here until the baby’s born, Tex.”
I felt some relief that he’d agreed. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I also felt trepidation as I stared at Griff’s handsome, borderline smug face. The baby was blameless in this situation, but judging from the smirk on Griff’s face, he was no innocent.
The Manny Tames the Cowboy (The Omegas of Sweet Water, Texas – Book 2)
October 2017
Copyright (c) 2017 by Beau Brown
All rights reserved
No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author.
Published in the United States of America
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
