Page 9 of Rough Cowboy
Either way, Sammy surges on. “We’ll both move into my house and raise him or her there. You and I.”
“As what? Friends?”
“Well, I ain’t gonna ask you to marry me. I know you don’t love me that way.”
“Do you love me that way?”
He wrinkles his nose. “No. You’re like a sister to me.”
I slap his knee. “Don’t look so disgusted at the idea.”
“I am disgusted. You should see my face when I think about us havin’ sex.” He shudders, grins at me, and takes my hands. “I don’t want you to leave. You don’t want to leave. We are friends—”
“Best friends.”
“Best friends,” he agrees. “We can give this baby a good life. Together. You and me. I got a house and a nursery and can fully stock a pantry of hot Cheetos and a yogurt fridge.”
I laugh and sniff at the same time. “This is the unrealistic pages of one of my sister’s books.”
“Is that a yes?”
“I’d be crazy to say yes.”
He leans closer. “We both know you’re a little crazy.”
I lean closer. “But you’re the most stable person I know. Why would you do this?”
His thumb rubs the top of my hand. “It’s an easy answer. I want to.”
The idea is crazy. Crazier than getting knocked up by twin brothers. But I do love the life I’ve created here with my sister. Sammy’s parents have been supportive and thrilled to meet their grandchild. This whacky small town has invited me with open arms—or I’ve plowed my way in. Nothing about my pregnancy has been traditional, so why stop now?
“Yes. I want to raise this baby with you.”
He cups the sides of my face and kisses my forehead. “We have to create a distraction so I can swap Silver’s name with mine.”
I smirk. “I have just the idea.”
