Page 83 of Whiskey's Redemption

Pushing the curtain back, lying in the bed beside me, his smile is…

No beard? I didn’t think he could be more beautiful, but man, it’s amazing. Best thing I’ve seen all day. Or, at least, I think so.

“You helped me?”

He smiles and gives me a nod. “I can’t date the mother of my child if she dies.”

Laughing to myself, I take in the change. His grin was beautiful through the beard, as you knew it had to work itself through all that hair to be seen beaming as bright as it did. To see him smiling without a beard, is just...it’s extraordinary.

“You saved me, but I don’t get it? You’d already helped your sister before, so why would they let you do it again?”

“We didn’t let him do anything. He insisted once we knew your sisters weren’t matches. He was, thankfully,” the nurse states, bringing me a cute little cup of red goodness. I figure if Wyatt and Circe would wrestle after it, then it must not be that bad tasting. And right now, the ass end of skunk would be great.

“So you saved me, just for a date?”

“Maybe more, maybe less. But I couldn’t find out if you died now could I?”

“Sound logic, Crown.” Spooning a mouthful of the red goo, I touch my tongue to it before trying it. The texture is odd, but decidedly, it’s not disgusting. Being as hungry as I am, though, it’s like heaven to a starved man. Mouthful after mouthful until the cup is empty, I try to scrape the edges to get even the smallest amounts out.

“Would you like more?” the nurse asks.

“Keep it coming,” I say, handing her the empty cup, but keeping the spoon. With a smile, she turns and walks off.

Leaving us alone, it gives us a chance to talk. Thinking on all the things I should have said to him, my mind just explodes with every thought imaginable. “I’m sorry. I should have told you first when I found out I was pregnant. Then I shouldn’t have kicked you out, because I really wanted you to stay. Then, when my uncle was there, holding me hostage, I really didn’t want you there, but I did. I didn’t want to be alone and I knew you’d make me feel safe. And after you pushed me out of the way, saving me, I couldn’t tell you anything because I don’t remember a damn thing. But I’m glad you’re here.”

Pausing for a second, taking a deep breath, I ask the one question that’s been niggling in my mind since they arrived. “Why did youallfly out here? Didn’t you have your mother’s funeral?”

Grinning slyly the whole time I’ve spewed all that mental junk, the nurse returns with not one, but two bowls of Jell-O. “Sorry, only red and green left. I figure she’ll get first dibs as the mother.”

“Yep. You’re totally right.” Taking the offered cup and spoon, Jamieson smiles wide. “She’s going to win for years, and Jell-O is just a starting point. Ask my brother outside the door, he’ll tell you. When it comes to strong women, I don’t think we’ll ever win a fight, and I’ll be happy to lose.”

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