Page 69 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
Like—an actual, ear-piercing scream.
“You’re engaged,” she accused, shoving the drink onto the table and grabbing my hand.
“Wipe your drool and sit down,” I muttered as everyone turned to stare.
She inspected my ring like a jeweller appraising a diamond.
“Tell me everything,” she sighed, still clutching my hand.
“I’m pregnant.”
Her dreamy expression vanished. She choked, and I handed her the cocktail.
She dropped my hand, bypassed the straw, and drained half the glass like it owed her money.
“Abscess, my ass,” she muttered. “I knew something was up. I have a gut instinct for bullshit.”
I sipped my orange juice, smirking as I set the glass down.
“Will you be my maid of honour?”
Her mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again.
She looked like a stunned goldfish—and with that red hair, the comparison to Harry was almost too perfect.
“You’re enjoying this,” she said, pursing her lips. “And yes, I will.”
“You’d have done the same. If not worse.”
“I suppose,” she admitted, then grinned. “When are you due?”
“Five months and three weeks,” I said, patting my still-flat belly. “I’m waiting for the bump to pop.”
I didn’t mention the sheriff checked my body daily like he was charting the lunar cycle. If he wasn’t obsessing about me, it was about the baby.
“You didn’t last long in Farrows End. We claimed you—and there’s no escaping now,” she chortled. “Baby and all.”
I smiled at my friend, heart full.
“Who said I wanted to escape?”
“I think you two are perfect for each other. So five months and three weeks, huh? By my calculation—”
“Shhh.”
“I knew it!” she crowed. “I was right about you. A raging nympho disguised in God-awful granny cardigans.”
For all the negative things that could be said about small towns, there were far more positive aspects—genuine care, a sense of community.
Things I’d never truly found in the city.
My family would get a wedding invitation, but whether they came or not was up to them. I was learning to let go. We both were.
We couldn’t keep looking back when we had so much love—and life—ahead of us.
As Cathryn fired off a million questions, I did my best to keep up with her excitement. This was exactly why I’d taken a nap before meeting her.
We talked about the wedding, which Kade had wanted to happen a week ago.
