Page 30 of Taming Georgia

He throws his head back, and I can see his nostrils flaring as he takes in a deep inhale. “Fine,” he says, defeated.

“Good.” My voice is too chipper for its own good. “So, what are you doing?”

“Hope’s in labor,” he grunts out.

“Hope’s having her babies, and you were going to make me go home?” I glare at him.

He just shrugs with a look of disinterest.

“You’re kind of a jerk, Wyatt,” I grumble.

“If you want to stay, I’d shut up if I were you. Or I’ll pick your ass up and throw you out.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “Fine, I’ll shut up.”

“Good.”

Wyatt directs Cooper to lie down on the dog bed by the office. He grabs his laptop and a stool and sits outside of Hope’s kennel.

“So, what do we do?” I ask, ignoring Wyatt’s directive to be quiet. Eager for the puppies to arrive, giddiness takes over me.

“What do you mean?” He sighs and shoots me a quick glance.

“With Hope? What do we do to help her?”

“We just wait. Nature kicks in. She’ll do everything on her own.”

I walk over to Hope and sit down beside her, petting her head. “I’m so excited. I’ve never seen anything born before.”

Wyatt doesn’t answer.

I sit in Hope’s kennel and watch her pace. She’s restless, panting, and walking back and forth. Wyatt has put some more blankets in there for her, and she keeps scratching at them with her paws, trying to fluff them up.

“I feel like she needs help,” I tell him.

“She doesn’t.”

“She’s restless.”

“She’s in labor,” he states the obvious.

“So, she’s acting normal?”

He nods.

Ugh, this is making me antsy.

“Is she your girlfriend?”

Wyatt ignores me as he types away on his laptop. He’s always working.

“The girl in the club. Is she your girlfriend?” I ask again.

He sighs and lifts his eyes from the screen. “What part ofshut updon’t you understand?”

I shrug. “I’m just making conversation. We might be here a while.”

“No one’s making you stay. In fact, I wish you wouldn’t.”

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