Page 99 of My Knotty Mountain Men

Of course, she’s not going to make it easy for me—because why would the crazy lady do that—and steps in front of my cart.

“Move,” I demand through gritted teeth.

She ignores me. “Look at you,” She laughs. “What are you nine months pregnant? You didn’t look that big a few weeks ago.” She gives me a pitying smile, and I’m about to slap her. “Pregnancy isn’t treating you well, honey. Me, on the other hand, I was glowing the whole time.”

“Good for you. Now, fuck off,” I snap, pulling my cart back and moving it to her other side. She blocks it again.

“It’s sad, you know,” she sighs. “That you think you’re building this big happy life with Pack Wheeler. But just you wait, they’re going to drop you just like they did me. And all for thenext pretty little young thing that comes by; they’re going to forget all about you and your baby just like they did me and my son. How does it feel to be with Alphas who abandoned their own kid?”

“They arenotthe father of your son,” I correct her. “You got pregnant after meeting them.”

“That's what they’re telling you?” she laughs. “It’s a lie, you know. Everything they’re telling you is a lie. We were so close to becoming a pack. They were going to make me theirs. Until you came into their lives.”

“I’m not doing this with you,” I warn. Talking to her is like talking to a fucking brick wall. In her head, she believes her fantasies. Or maybe she doesn’t, and it’s all a big shout for attention. I don’t know, and I don’t care. What I do care about is getting the fuck away from her.

Turning my cart around, I head back the way I came.

“You're a home-wrecking whore, you know that, right?” she yells, trailing behind me.

“Don’t you have to follow a fucking restraining order!” I snap.

“Not for you, I don’t,” she taunts with a laugh.

“I’ll have to change that then,” I mutter.

“I’m not the bad guy, you know. They are. They’re the ones who make you fall for them, give you everything you want, and then take it all away.”

I spin around, forgetting all about my cart, and get in her face. The bitch grins like this is what she wanted. Loving the fact that she’s getting a reaction out of me. “If they’re so awful, then why the fuck do you want them back so bad?”

“What can I say?” She shrugs. “The heart wants what it wants. And I want to give my son the family he deserves.”

“Then try asking his real father,” I retort.

“I have!” she shouts back in my face. “But they won’t give me the time of day because ofyou.” She digs into her purse and pulls something out. “How much?”

“What?” I ask, brows furrowing.

“How much money will it take for you to get in your car and leave Snow Valley right now.”

My eyes widen, letting out a laugh of disbelief. “You’re joking, right?”

She just stands there, checkbook in hand.Oh, fuck, she’s being serious right now.

“Ten thousand sound good?” she asks.

“You're crazy.” I shake my head.

“Twenty?” she asks so casually it’s concerning.

“I’m done. I’m out.” I turn, grab my cart, and take it up to the counter. The cashier watches me with concern. “Hi, I need to leave. Would you be able to hold this stuff for me, and I’ll come back for it later?”

“Of course.”’ She nods.

“Thanks.”

Grabbing my purse, I head towards the exit, vibrating with anger. I’m so pissed off that I want to cry.

This woman is crazy, fucking nuts. And she doesn’t take a hint because the crazy bat follows me out.Yup, I’m getting that restraining order as soon as I can.

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