Page 37 of A Baby for the Texas Cowboy
He’d actually been planning to spend this week off on Kane’s ranch and look at his family’s bull-breeding operation in Montana, but Tinsley’s news had derailed those plans. He’d have to go another time to see Kane, who was also thinking about retiring from the tour.
Also?
I’m not thinking of retiring.
But if Tinsley didn’t want to raise the baby with him, he’d have to.
“Can’t believe you let that comment pass,” August said, throwing a work glove at him.
Instead of dodging, it beaned him in the head and knocked his hat off.
Anders caught his hat and the glove and whirled and threw the glove back fast and hard.
August caught it. “Tinsley really has you in knots.”
He opened his mouth to deny it, but it was true. He thought about telling his brother that she didn’t want to get married, and that she didn’t want the baby, but he had to keep his business with Tinsley private. Besides she’d likely change her mind. Babies had a way of doing that he imagined.
Cowboys too he hoped.
He picked up two more cases.
“Tinsley’s not going to be unloading and schlepping around cases of wine, is she?”
“She will,” August said, his body settling a little. He must know Anders was gearing up for a round with him.
God, it was good to be back home on the ranch. He knew what to do and where he stood, just like he did in the arena.
But until he got things settled with Tinsley, he felt like a rocket that had just had its fuse lit.
“That doesn’t seem safe.” He stared hard at his brother.
August picked up his thermos, took a sip, and stared across the winery floor. Anders could hear the beep of a forklift backing up. New barrels had arrived from France and were being reorganized following a very successful first Verflucht estate harvest.
“It’s going to be a really long nine months if you’re going to freak out about every little thing.”
“I am not freaking out.”
“Seems that way to us.”
Damn. That meant everyone had noticed and said something and August had been elected spokesperson. Anders picked up two more cases to give himself something to do so he wouldn’t say something he’d later regret. Maybe.
“You made an OB appointment for her.”
“She had two panic attacks and a blinding headache.”
“And you took her bike. She loves that bike. The bike is a sweet ride, and I think it represents far more to her than transportation.”
“She can’t zoom around on a damn motorcycle pregnant!”
“That’s her decision.”
“It’s mine too. I have a say.” And he had a picture to prove it. He’d printed out the picture he’d taken on his phone to show his family, and then he’d put it in a soft leather frame he’d made last night to protect it and had decided to keep the picture in his truck. He’d also made it his screen saver.
It sucked that Tinsley wasn’t on board the same way. This should be something they enjoyed and prepared for together.
“You have a voice in the discussion.”
“When did you get so twenty-first century reasonable?” Anders demanded. “I think living in Portland so many years has given you brain damage.”
