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I gape at him. Shit, really? He’s telling me to fuck the Morgan family fortune, and pursue a tiny cowgirl out on her own?
But Jonah nods again.
“What I wouldn’t give to have Kathy back again,” he sighs, looking off in the distance. “Just her and me, and our little plot of land. And soon there was you,” he nods, looking at me pointedly. “Kids change everything.”
Holy fuck. Kids. The thought had flitted across my mind a couple times, but I was always too busy to really sit down and think. Because Maisie and I are always going at it bareback, the loving so hot and sensuous.
But that was it exactly. Bareback means semen in pussy, and that means kids.
“Yeah, children,” grunted my dad, laughing at my stunned expression. “Don’t look so shocked, we got four of you, and we wouldn’t give you back, even those nitwits,” he nods to my brothers outside.
But I don’t care about them, they’re annoying as hell with mean streaks up the ass. They don’t matter.
“Listen,” I say, taking a deep breath. “She was so mad when she found out. You know, that I’m a Morgan, that we’re about this,” I said, gesturing to the huge mansion.
But my dad isn’t fazed.
“Well, she’s got a reason to be, Tyler. What you did was pretty low. You’ll need to give her some time, but you know how to close a deal,” he says smoothly.
“Yeah, but how do we move forward from something like this?” I wonder aloud. “I mean, it’s pretty fucked up. Basically everything I told her about myself was a lie. Or an omission. Or both. Whichever is worse.”
Jonah looks unconcerned.
“Just tell her the truth. It’s painful, sure, but the cat’s already out of the bag. The worst is over. Besides, this is a sturdy farm girl. She can handle it, she’s handled far worse in her life. She’ll come back around, mark my words.”
I’m skeptical. Jonah doesn’t know Maisie, he didn’t see how she screamed at me, how she cried, broken-hearted.
But I resolve to try.
“Thanks,” comes my grunt as I stand. “Thanks.”
“No prob,” says Jonah wryly. “So what are you gonna do?”
I take a deep breath.
“I dunno yet. Find her, I guess.”
“Great. Just try not to kill your brothers in the process,” he adds lightly, and I shake my head again. Fuck them. Fuck Jacob, Eli and Mitch. They’re such douchebags, with jelly for guts.
So I ignore them as I storm outside, heading straight for the car.
“Tyler, seriously bro,” calls Jacob as I stalk by. “Don’t tell me you planned on bringing that girl into this family. She’s trash.”
Rage flows through my veins but I make myself keep moving. There’s no point. His words are fucked, but I’ve got business.
So ignoring him, I hop into a shiny black F-150 parked in the driveway, reaching in the sun visor to retrieve the keys before speeding down the pavement and onto the dirt road that leads to Maisie’s farmhouse. Oh shit. Hopefully there’s some way I can get through. Last I saw her, she was spitting nails with tears streaming down that beautiful face.
But when my car pulls up, everything’s eerily silent. The front door’s swinging, loose on its hinges, a gust of wind pushing it open. What the hell? Walking into the house, my eyes look around warily. What’s going on? On the one hand, the place smells normal. There’s the scent of warm apple pie, and the air’s even hot, like the oven’s on.
But something’s missing.
“Maisie!” I yell while walking through the house, voice loud in the small space. There’s no response, and by the time I make it to the bedroom it’s obvious she’s gone. The bed sheets are still a soiled mess after our unforgettable honeymoon night, rumpled and twisted. Maisie’s neat as a pin, and she always makes the bed. So what the fuck’s going on? Where’s my wife?
Wandering through the house, there are more signs of desertion. The kitchen is bare, and her GED book isn’t propped on the coffee table like always. Oh shit, oh shit. My heart drops to the ground, bile rising in my throat. It’s clear my wife’s beat feet, leaving me with nothing.
But I’ve never been one to give up. Grabbing my keys, long strides eat up the ground towards my truck. The bus station is the only way out of this town, and if she wants to up and leave she’ll have to at least hear my explanation first.
But where could the female go? The brunette doesn’t have any family. Plus, she’s never traveled outside of Kansas, so it seems unlikely she would just pick up and vanish. But so be it. My female’s missing … and I’m on a mission to drag her back where she belongs.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Maisie
“Please, just get me out of here,” I beg the salesperson.
