Page 62 of Samuel

“This part here.” Sam pointed to the expenses column on the screen. “It’s not letting me enter these numbers.”

“Ah. Are you forgetting to put in the cents?”

“There are no cents. It’s whole dollar amounts.”

“Then type the period and put two zeros after it. The column requires it to be in that format.”

Sam huffed. “You’d think that a computer program would be smart enough to figure it out.”

“And I’d like to think a cowboy would be smart enough to follow directions.”

Sam laughed. The back and forth they constantly had just felt right.

“Good thing I have a smart office manager to keep me in line.”

“That is good news.” Evie stood and reached for the binder on the edge of his desk. His eyes drifted to the soft curves of her ass. Jesus. “Because I definitely can help wit—” A gasp hit his ears and Sam jumped from his chair, reaching for Evie the next second. Her hand flew to her belly and her face crumpled. His arm landed on her back as she swayed.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” He didn’t care how worried he sounded. Her face had drained of its color and she still had her hand pressed low on her belly.

“I-I don’t know. That was so strange. I’ve never felt something like that before.”

Her words came out breathless and Sam resisted every urge to scoop her up and run her to his truck.

“Was it Jellybean?”

“Maybe? I think I just need to move.”

Evie started to straighten her back, but the second she got somewhat upright, her face crinkled in pain again as she inhaled sharply. Sam grabbed her elbow and helped her sit in his chair.

“Shit. Are you okay?”

Her wide eyes blinked, uncertainty staring back at him. “I think so.”

“What does it feel like?”

“There’s like this sharp pain when I try to move.”

“Where?”

Evie grabbed his hand and placed it low on her belly, on her left side.

Sam reached over and grabbed the keyboard with his free hand, typing the symptom into the online search engine.

Christ. Alarm bells were ringing in his head and he felt so fucking lost. Evie sat with her eyes closed as he spiraled through the list of complications on the screen.

“Do you feel nauseous? Or dizzy?”

“No. It was just that sharp pain.”

“Are you having other cramping with it?”

“Suddenly decided to study for your OBGYN boards, Cowboy?”

He looked away from the computer to see Evie’s eyes now open, studying his face.

“It’s not funny, Bluebell. There’s a list a mile long of what could be happening and I’m trying to decide if this is a ‘call 9-1-1’ situation or just a ‘bring you into town to see your doctor’ type of situation.”

She shifted in the chair, but he didn’t move his hand. Jellybean hadn’t moved yet. He wasn’t about to miss it. “It’s definitely just a ‘take a deep breath and wait’ situation.”

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