Page 10 of The Ranger
“That is not my name.You can call me Ms.Walton.”
If he raises his brows at me one more time, I am going to shave the damn things off.
An hour later, the party starts to wind down, and Cole downs his beer and glances my way.Inthatway.
Nope.
I turn and dart towards the table where my bag and jacket are, scooping them up.By the time I straighten, I come face to face with a wall of muscle.
“I’m taking you home,” Cole rasps.
I try to get around him, but I’m slow because I’m carrying his huge baby, and he’s fast.
“Scarlett,” he growls.
“I’m quite capable of getting myself home,” I snap, shaking him off.“I’m pregnant, not having a cardiac arrest.”
“Pregnant withmychild.Let’s go.”
“You do not own my body.”
“So you’ve said twenty million times in the past four months,” he mumbles and leads me towards the exit.
Dick.
Fine.It saves me Uber money, and I’m tired.My feet are aching, and I think I’m having some preliminary Braxton Hicks.
Or it’s the Mexican I had for lunch.
Hard to know.
Cassy catches us before we disappear and gives me a hug.“See you at work on Monday.Unless you need me to take you to get that baby duvet.”
“What?”Cole asks.
I shake my head.“No, I’ll head out myself.You enjoy a quiet day with hubby.”
“Okay, love you.”
“Love you back.”We hug again, and Trina dances over.“Congratulations and happy birthday, honey.”
“Thank you for coming.I know you must be feeling tired this far into your pregnancy.”She kisses my cheek and then the girls disappear after giving Cole a brief hug.
I pad over to the elevator, Cole at my side.
“What duvet?”
I ignore him and step into the elevator, pushing the button.
“Scarlett.”
I spin.“Jesus, Cole.Just stop.You don’t need to know everything.”
“Yes.I do,” he says firmly, crossing his arms.
“Fine.Then let’s start with the vaginal discharge I’ve been having.”
He pales.
