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CHAPTER ELEVEN
Tegan’s pulse was at a non-stop sputter with the approaching hurricane. The winds were picking up and it was still an hour till official landfall. She spotted Tater on the porch and hurried out, hooking her arm in his.
“Look at that, Babygirl,” he said, showing her the hurricane on his phone screen. “Thing is amonster.We’re feeling these bands here,” he said, showing her.
“My land, it’s massive,” she muttered.
“You scared?” he asked, angling his grin at her.
“Terrified!” she admitted. “I asked Patches to show me what it’s like and he had past footage of a bad one overhere.Made me wanna run back to Texas!”
He chuckled. “Which we both know you’re not doing since you’rein lovewith the good Doc?”
She let out a breath, desperate to confess it to somebody besides herself and the inside of her skull. “I might be a little more than in love,” she said, getting a whole body turn out of him with raised brows.
“Really?”
“Really, really.”
“Daddy ain’t gonna like that,” he warned lightly.
“Troy or Torin neither,” she already knew. “What about you?”
He slid his phone in his back pocket with a grin and shrug. “Well, he’s got a swamp dragon, and alanddragon that is fuckin’ kickass. He’s a doctor of all trades, anddamngood looking even by my standards. Hell yeah, I’ll marry him.”
She giggled, shoving him. “He’s all mine.”
“Is he?” he wondered. “Cause you got some scary competition in these swamps looks like.”
“As long as Patches wantsme, I don’t care.”
“What kind of trouble you started earlier, anyway?”
“I didn’t!” she cried. “They cornered me, mocking my Texan accent and everything.”
“They did not,” he said in mock offense. “How dare they.”
“Now I got to rope and tie a damn alligator over it.”
“What!?” he laughed. “Why?”
“Because she said Icouldn’t. And if I do, she’ll get off my fat, fine ass.”
He laughed real big at that. “There you go, own that big ass Texas pride.” He leaned closer. “But tell me…you know who in the world that fine-ass Juliette is dating?”
“Nobody,” she gasped, realizing. “I love her, she’s my hero. She came to my rescue back there. I thought she was gonna throw down with them bitches on the porch, and I was ready to yank some hair.”
“Something tells me that’s how casual conversations might go around here,” he muttered with a laugh.
“They are a different breed of people, that’s for sure. But I doubt they’ll ever accept me.”
“Nah,” he said. “They will.”
“Wow and to think the leader of The Twelve married a Northerner. Wonder if they know a good portion of their people ain’t happy about that?”
“I wouldn’t count on that.”
“Count on what?”
