Page 128 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

“But I don’t have a concussion.”

“Still. Might be better to stay off your phone for a few hours. Most of these are on the group chat from the girls wanting to make sure you’re all right.”

“What? How do they know what happened already?”

“Hack was at Ink’s place when I called him.”

“Sugar. Can you text them all that I’m okay and will call them tomorrow?”

“Yep.” He frowned as he glanced at her phone. “You got a call from an unknown number earlier? Who was that?”

She groaned, and he gave her an alarmed look. She waved her hand at him. “That wasn’t a groan of pain. Well, not physical pain anyway. The call was from my mother.”

He raised his eyebrows. “What did Serenity want?”

“Well, she wasn’t calling to RSVP anyway,” she said bitterly. “She didn’t even know I was engaged. In fact, she thought I was still married to Jeff.”

“Jeff?” he asked, looking puzzled.

“Doesn’t matter. Long story short, she had no idea about the wedding and she doesn’t care. Oh, but their RV broke down and got towed and impounded. And she needs about fifteen hundred bucks to free it and who knows how much more to fix it or they’re coming to live with us.”

“Like fuck they are!” he snapped.

She winced.

“Shit, sorry, baby girl.” Contrition filled his face. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, just a bit of a headache. The painkillers will help soon.”

“So that’s why you wanted to sell the bike.” He sat on the bed beside her, placing her phone on the nightstand. “For money to give your parents?”

“Yeah. I didn’t have anything else to sell that might give me that sort of cash.”

“Sunny,” he groaned. “Why didn’t you ask me?”

“I was going to tell you as soon as you got home. I promise.”

“Baby, you don’t need to sell your bike. We have an emergency fund.”

“Which is for emergencies.”

“If the threat of having your parents move in with us isn’t an emergency, I don’t know what is,” he muttered.

“Yeah, total catastrophe.”

He smiled down at her, brushing a finger over her cheek. “Baby girl, this isn’t something for you to take on yourself. We’re in this together.”

“I know. I really was going to tell you. But I thought if I had a solution, it might help. Selling the bike would solve everything. Only I fucked that up.”

“Hey.” He frowned at her. “I don’t like you talking like that.”

“I didn’t sayIwas the fuck up. Just that I messed up.”

“First of all, you need to watch your language.”

“You said fuck,” she protested.

“Extenuating circumstances. Also, you didn’t mess anything up.”

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