Page 79 of His Big Bad Stick

Colver stops his truck.

His eyes are the biggest I’ve ever seen them.

I swallow hard and show him the pregnancy test, this time up close and personal.

He looks at the test.

He looks at me.

He looks at the test once more.

“Colver…”

“Get in the truck, Abrielle. Right now. Hurry!”

I run around the front of his large pickup truck and climb into the passenger seat.

He starts to back up. I reach for my seatbelt.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

Colver doesn’t answer me.

He just drives. His jaw locked tight.

I watch his hands tightening around the steering wheel. More and more with each passing second.

“You’re… mad about this…?” I ask.

Colver still doesn’t answer.

Now I’m really nervous.

Now I’m thinking about some crazy movies and shows I’ve watched where someone gets pregnant and the other person takes them somewhere and… you know… makes them unalive.

“Colver, you have to talk to me,” I say in the sternest voice I can.

He suddenly turns to the right and stops the truck.

He turns to face me.

Before I can speak again, he points. “Go. Now.”

“You’re kicking me out of your truck?” I cry out.

“Now, kitten,” he growls.

“Oh, you fucking prick. You’ve done some bad shit to me before… but this…?”

“Abrielle,” he snaps. “Now.”

I turn and open the passenger door.

I freeze when I realize he’s parked outside a corner pharmacy.

“Here,” he says and he hands me a credit card. “Grab as many tests as you can. Or however many you feel you should take. And get lots to drink. No alcohol. Obviously.”

“Obviously,” I say, even though I could really use a drink right now.

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