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“I warned you with those exact words a few minutes ago and you didn’t listen.”
But hurt shadowed his eyes. Hurt and mistrust. Mistrust.
“Shane,” Logan said rising to his feet.
“Stay out of this, Forest.”
Bobbi glanced around the table and swallowed hard. How the hell had Easter dinner come to this?
“Were you ever going to tell me?” Bitterness rang in the air and she sucked in a painful breath. She knew where he was going. “Or were you going to say to hell with it, just like the last time? Is it even mine? Or is it a little present left behind by Dooley?”
Bobbi’s cheeks burned and she twisted her hands, biting the inside of her cheek so hard that she tasted blood.
“Oh, Shane.” Tears slipped from her eyes and the knot that had been in her throat for the last few minutes melted away. It broke her heart to see what he was feeling. To see his pain and obvious anger at those long ago events, and he didn’t even know the half of it.
It broke her heart to know his true feelings.
“That’s enough, Shane.” Billie stood and pushed him aside until she s
tood in front of her sister. Billie gave Bobbi a hug and exhaled before turning to the two men.
“The pregnancy test doesn’t isn’t Bobbi’s. It’s mine.”
Shocked silence followed Billie’s announcement and then Logan took a step forward, his hand on Billie’s cheek as he glanced behind her, his eyes on the package.
“I was going to tell you tonight, Logan, I swear but now…well, I guess Shane beat me to it. We’re going to have a baby.”
“A baby,” Logan repeated.
“A baby. In about eight months.” She cleared her throat and glared at Shane. “A baby and just in case you’re wondering, no, it’s not a little present left behind by Dooley.”
“Our baby,” Logan said.
“Our baby,” Billie answered softly, a tremulous smile on her face. “I hope you’re okay with this because—”
Logan scooped Billie up into an embrace worthy of a Hollywood movie, gathering her close to him as he turned away from the watching crowd and slowly carried her out the door.
Herschel cleared his throat and patted Travis on the shoulder. “Well look at that, Son. Seems like you’re going to be a grandfather.”
Travis shook his head wearily and sank back into his chair. “I’ll be goddamned.”
“Yep,” Herschel smiled and winked at everyone. “Okay, twins. Is there anymore drama or are we good?”
Shane stood to the side, hands shoved into the front of his pockets, shoulders hunched forward, his dark eyes on her, his expression unreadable.
Don’t go. Oh, God, please don’t go.
“I think I should go. I’m sorry for ruining everyone’s dinner.”
Bobbi watched him leave and sank into her chair, seeing nothing but those damn roses on her plate.
“Alright,” Herschel said gruffly. “Who’s ready for dessert?”
Chapter Twenty-seven
It was close to three in the morning when his father found him. Barefoot, dressed in jeans and nothing else, he was in front of his easel, when the door to his workshop slammed shut.
For that one moment—one heart stopping moment—he thought it was Bobbi and he glanced up, eager to see her face, inhale her scent and make the world right.
