Page 36 of Need You To Choose Me

I roll my eyes and grit through clenched teeth. “Great.”

Miguel snorts. “You don’t sound great. And you’ve been acting like a freaking grumpy asshole more than usual. I guess now I know why you’re such good friends with my brother.”

I fumble at the mention of Aaron, the bar almost slipping from my hands, but I manage to catch it at the very last second and correct myself. My palms are sweaty, so I tighten my grip on it.

Did he hear about my visit yesterday? Does he know about Savannah? Was that the reason for all the questions?

“Shit, you okay?”

No, I wasn’t okay. I was freaking pissed. At Savannah, at myself, at everything, and I didn’t know what to do.

“Peachy.”

Pushing through the last few reps, I put the bar in place and grab the towel hanging from the bench next to mine as I sit upright, rubbing at my sweaty face.

“What the hell’s going on? I thought coming here was what you wanted, but you don’t seem happy.”

“It is. I just have a lot on my mind.” Instead of answering his question, I decide to change the subject. “What’s the best place to buy stuff to fix a porch around here?”

Not just the porch, but a whole freaking house. I guess the porch would have to be a good start since I highly doubted that Savannah would give me a key to her place, and I don’t think breaking into her home will buy me any points. But I had to dosomething.

Miguel frowns. “Why do you need to fix a porch? Yours seemed fine.”

“I’m not fixing my porch.”

“Then whose porch are you fixing?” he asks just as the door to the gym opens and Rebecca strolls inside, her gaze landing on me.

“Savannah’s.” She props her hands on her hips. The gesture should look stern, but with her big belly protruding in front of her, it looks funny. Or it would have if she wasn’t shooting me a death glare. “Marriage? Seriously, Walker?”

I wince inwardly at her accusing tone.

So, that’s how she found out who I am.

It made sense; they were friends after all.

Well, I guess it was just a matter of time. People would find out sooner or later the whole story, which is why I had to figure out how to tell Daniel and Levi before they heard it from somewhere else.

“Marriage?” Miguel looks from me to his fiancée. “What marriage?”

Becky tilts her head in my direction. “Oh, ask your friend. I’m also interested to hear what he has to say.”

Two pairs of eyes turn to me, one pissed off, the other one confused. This was going great.

“I hooked up with Savannah back in March, and well…”

Miguel’s eyes widen as he stares at me. “You did not. You’re shitting me, right?” He turns to Becky before he shifts his attention to me. “But that would mean that…”

I can see his brain work as he does the math.

“Holy shit.You’re?—”

“Sav’s baby daddy?” Becky finishes for him. “Well, yes, he is. And his grand solution to the problem? Telling her they should get married.”

I wince at the jab.

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Oh, no?” Becky lifts her brows. “You didn’t tell her you guys should get hitched?”

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