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“Sit down,” he commanded, running his fingers through his hair. “You’re saying you’re being hunted, essentially. That you’re a rich girl with overbearing parents who won’t be too happy to find out you got knocked up by a guy from Montana who owns a bar frequented by cowboys, huh?”
Well, that was the least of it.
“And you want me to do what, exactly?” he asked, looking me dead in the eyes.
Chapter Seven
Pete
Iwatched the woman of my dreams turn a little green. She gagged, and I immediately grabbed her and forced her into one of the office chairs.
“I’m sorry,” she choked, tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks again. “I haven’t been feeling—feeling well.”
“Uh,” I exhaled, looking her up and down. I wasn’t really sure what to do for her right now.
She’d just told me her entire life story and I was still processing that. She wasn’t just some out-of-town mysterious beauty who’d walked in and out of my life. She had a lot of baggage.
And I’d gotten her pregnant.
Shit.
What are you going to do, Pete?I thought, rolling my lower lip between my teeth as I looked down at her and absently patted her shoulder.
Hadn’t this been what I wanted all of a sudden? A family? Hadn’t I dreamt that Sierra would end up my wife one day and we’d have a brood of kids—Jesus, this was inane. I didn’t know this woman at all and the life I’d made up in my mind was nothing like the events that were happening right now.
I’d come to terms with the fact that it was unlikely I’d ever see her again. I’d been okay with that. I’d accepted it.
And now we were in deep shit together.
“Are you going to throw up?”
“No!”
“Okay—Jeez,” I whispered under my breath and backed away from her. What am I supposed to do? What do I even say?
“So, you’re pregnant,” I began. She glared through tears. “Yeah, you’re pregnant. You think it’s mine—”
“I know it’s yours.”
“It’s not that I don’t trust you but I do need to know for sure,” I added. I didn’t like the way the words tasted as I said them. “Have you been to a doctor yet to confirm—”
“No,” she whispered. “Jonah has been calling me and I—I left Washington and came here within minutes of finding out—”
“You’ve been driving all day?”
“And night.”
“Have you eaten anything?”
“Not really.”
Part of me wanted to put her in my truck and take her up to Grant’s house but I knew that wasn’t an option. That meant we’d have to explain what was happening, and based on the look on Sierra’s face, I had no doubt in my mind she was contemplating getting up and running away.
If this baby was really mine, she’d be staying here, at least until we could figure out what to do next.
I wouldn’t leave her high and dry, even if she hadn’t been pregnant.
Not her.
