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“Sit,” she commanded.
I sat at the kitchen table.
“Are you going to tell me why you snuck out of here a few nights ago?”
I stilled.
“No use lying, sugar. I woke up and heard the truck engine rumble out of here.”
“I thought you slept with ear plugs.”
“Not right now. Not if your father needs something. I have to be able to hear him.”
Did that mean she’d heard us the other night?My cheeks heated at the thought.
“Funny things, secrets. They always have a way of coming out.” She smirked. “Like you and Bowman sharing a bed.”
I groaned. “You know everything.”
“Sugar, you have to at leastpretendto be quiet.”
I looked at her in horror. “Oh God?—”
“Relax. I’m kidding. Though I’m glad to see my suspicions were correct. You were the reason Bowman went on a motorcycle ride, but you’re also the reason he came back. Right?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re together now?”
“Yes.”
Please don’t ask, please don’t ask, please don’t ask.
“Are you excited to see Wyn and Poet in a couple of days?”
The change in conversation threw me. “Yes. Very excited.”
“I’m glad they’re coming a few days before the wedding. I’m looking forward to getting to know them better.”
“Yeah. You’ll love them.”
“I know I will.” She nodded. “So how are they going to feel?”
“Feel? About what?”
She cocked her head to the side. “About sharing their apartment with a baby.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
The Ranch
“I’m going to be sick!” I shoved away from the kitchen table, made it to the back door, and puked all over my grandmother’s tulips.
I hastily wiped my mouth and stood up.
“Was that morning sickness or emotional sickness?” Muddy asked.
I glared at her over my shoulder before another wave of nausea hit me and I bent over the porch railing again.
