Page 11 of Every Single Vow
I nod, my hands coming up to wipe my face. “You tell anyone I cried, and I’ll shrink all of your favorite pearl snaps,” I threaten.
He laughs, before he pulls out his phone. “Your tears are safe with me, Birdie.”
The comment makes my heart flutter, because he’s always been the only one that I allowed to see them.
“You want to make the call or me?” He asks.
I blow out a long breath.
“I need to.” I take his phone and hover my finger over the New Orleans Coroner’s Office knowing that one confirmation, could change everything.
Chapter seven
Dakota
“She’s asleep,” I whisper as I come down the hallway.
Poor thing obviously hasn’t been sleeping since she crashed not long after her shower.
Cooper is at the kitchen table, his fingers sliding across the keyboard.
My nerves where finally starting to settle. After the phone call that confirmed my mother was in fact, deceased, Cooper and I spent two hours looking up Texas law for gaining custody of a minor.
“She’s probably exhausted from the travel alone.” Cooper closes his laptop. “I emailed Norman. He’s agreed to meet with us tomorrow for legal advice.”
Norman was the lawyer for the ranch, but he dabbled in all sorts of law.
“Thanks, Coop.” I squeeze his forearm that’s propped up on the table. “I owe you big.”
“I’ll be creative in your repayment.” His cheeky grin has me slapping his arm. “I’m not one of your buckle bunnies, Mayson.”
His eyebrows raise. “When’s the last time you saw me with a buckle bunny?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” I wave my hand. “Last night.”
He narrows his eyes. “Name one.”
“Alison.”
I try not to let my jealously flare, because it’s absurd. But watching her flirt with him has always unnerved me. She’s blonde. Pretty. And perfect for him. No scandalous family. Nobaggage.
Ugh.
“She spoke to me for all of five seconds,” he scoffs. “Besides, how would you have known? You were pretty occupied with that scum bag, Vickerson.”
I lean my head back on a laugh. “Seriously? We work together. I train his horses.”
“He wanted you to train more than that,” he mutters.
“You don’t like him?” I press, trying not to laugh.
“Fuck no.” He pushes up from the table. “He’s an arrogant prick.”
I watch as he paces the kitchen, before he snatches up a toothpick from the container on the counter and drops it in his mouth.
“Ok.” I lift my hands. “No need to get twitchy.”
Before he can fire back a remark, Ivy is bursting through the front door with Laiken trailing behind her.
