Page 97 of Say I'm Yours
I don’t run.
Not unless something is chasing me, and even then, I might just let it eat me.
“Cooper,” Wyatt calls, “you know the rules?”
“Yup.” He gives an evil grin. “I can’t wait. I’ll be in charge of makin’ sure none of you cheat. First event . . . shooting.”
I don’t know how this event got put on the list, but the boys demanded it. There are three teams: me and Trent, Angie and Wyatt, and Zach and Presley. Any of the offspring can compete in one event each. Since Presley and Zach are the only ones with children old enough to compete, we know they’re going to use that to their advantage. Felicity is turning a year old in two weeks so we don’t have to worry about her yet.
We walk over to the shooting area.
“All right,” Cooper claps his hands, “this event is for the girls.”
“What?” I yell. “No, that makes no sense!”
He grins and lifts the paper in the air. “It’s the rules I got here.”
Wyatt and Zach laugh. “I’m so glad we didn’t tell Trent about that rule.”
“Assholes,” Trent grumbles. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m a cop, I’m highly trained on weapons and you’re my wife . . . you got this.”
“How does your being trained on guns mean I’ve got this?”
I don’t like shooting. I’d only gone once with my father, and I never agreed to go again. I’m not sure what he thinks he’s going to teach me in a few minutes. But the way that Angie and Presley are grinning, it seems they’ve done a lot of practice.
I glare at them both. “I thought we were family! What happened to all that solidarity crap y’all were spewing?”
“We are family and all that, but Zach promised me a trip if we win.” She shrugs.
Angie gives an apologetic smile. “And Wyatt bribed me with a full month of getting up with Felicity.”
I shake my head at them both. “Traitors.”
“Wait a minute,” Angie says, leaning in close. “You have been off in honeymoon world while Pres and I have been babysitting.”
“What?”
Presley nods. “Yeah, Mama has practically moved into Angie’s. I mean, you haven’t had a kid yet, so we’ve been watching her.”
They’re insane. I get Mama two days a week. “She’s at my house just as much as yours,” I whisper. “She reorganized my closet the other day because I wasn’t utilizing my space appropriately. I don’t need a kid to have her stoppin’ by.”
I love my mother-in-law. I love her so much, but since Rhett passed away, she’s been—bored. Very bored.
Angie has gotten the most attention since Felicity was born two weeks after he passed. “Oh no.” Angie shakes her head. “I definitely win.”
Presley waves her hand in the air to stop Angie. “She walked in the house when Zach and I were . . . you know . . .”
My hand flies to my mouth and Angie laughs. “That’s awkward.”
“Tell me about it.”
“I’m sure she’ll be around us more soon enough.” I smile.
“Enough talkin’ girls!” Wyatt claps his hands. “Time to show which of the Hennington brothers is the master of the universe.”
I roll my eyes, but Angie and Presley laugh at Wyatt. “I swear.”
Presley goes first and manages to hit the outer ring of the bull’s-eye. Zach, of course, lets her know that she’s going to have to step up her game if she wants the trip. Then Angie goes. She’s actually good at this. She gets two shots on the paper, and Wyatt lays a fat one on her before slapping her ass.
