Page 31 of The Jackpot Screwer
Ellie hissed. “He did not just say that?”
Jimmy laughed and turned to her. “Looking pretty today, Ellie.”
Hunter took a step toward him, practically breathing steam through his nostrils but Jimmy held up a hand and laughed.
“Just messing with you.” He turned to me. “So, the rumors true, Bronte? You’re really having a kid with Carter?”
“Yes, it’s true,” I replied a little tightly, wishing he’d leave before he wound Hunter or Carter up any further.
“Well,” he replied with a sigh. “That’s a damn shame. I was hoping we could revisit the hot tub again. You remember that night, right?”
“I’d hardly call it a night, Jimmy,” I replied, pushing my smoothie to one side. “And it’s not something I’d really want to do again.”
“Ah c’mon, Bronte, you know we had a great time.” Jimmy smirked and glanced at Carter. “At least you sounded like you were having a good time.”
“Hey now,” Carter growled out. “That’s my pregnant girlfriend you’re disrespecting there.”
He bunched his hands into fists and made a move toward our wonderful Fire Chief.
“It’s a little joke is all.” Jimmy placed a hand on Carter’s shoulder and squeezed it. “You’re just sore that you’re getting sloppy seconds.”
Carter’s fist went out and Jimmy’s expression was more scared than a cat at a dog pound.
“Carter no,” I cried when he pulled his arm back for punch number two.
He paused, and turned to me, his face red with anger. “He disrespected you, Lollipop and that’s not acceptable.”
He turned away from me to finish what he’d started, but Jimmy had taken advantage of him being distracted and had started to move away.
“You’re crazy,” Jimmy cried, backing off and cradling his jaw. “I could have you arrested for attacking me. I’m the damn Fire Chief.”
“He hardly attacked you,” Hunter scoffed. “He barely even touched you. Everyone knows Carter can’t punch for shit.”
“Take that back you dick.”
“I’d have put him on his ass.” Hunter shrugged. “Just saying, buddy.”
“You know what,” Jimmy said, holding his hands up in surrender. “She wasn’t worth it anyway.”
Without hesitation, I stood up, pushed Carter out of the way and threw my strawberry and blueberry smoothie all over Dayton Valley’s Fire Chief.
Ellie and Hunter gasped while my beautiful, auburn-haired hunk, jumped up and down, punched the air and whooped with joy.
“Go, Lollipop,” he cried. “That’s my girl.”
I beamed at him and felt my heart miss a beat, because deep down I knew he was right —I was his girl.
“Bassinet, diapers, mobile.” I ticked off the things on my list that I wanted to get for the baby. “Soothers.”
It was pretty long, but I didn’t care. I was going to make sure Lollipop didn’t have to worry about a thing. Obviously, the stroller was on the list too, but I figured I should let her pick that. According to my mom, women could be real particular about the stroller they pushed their baby around in.
“Okay, let’s do this.”
Unbuckling my belt, I looked up at the Jackson house, wondering what reception I’d receive. The last few days Bronte and I had been getting along well. Dinner at Mom and Dad’s had been great and when I’d dropped her home with Roderick, she’d even invited me in to help get him settled. Then there’d been the doctor’s appointment and she didn’t go crazy over me sending her a picture of my dick. Yesterday, after what had happened in the café, she’d even texted me to thank me for having her back with Jimmy Foster – fucking douche. So, I was hopeful today’s visit would go smoothly; you just never knew with Lollipop and her hormones.
“Carter,” Darcy greeted me cheerily when she opened the door. “Bronte’s not here, honey but she’ll be back soon. You want to come in and wait?”
Only taking a moment to consider my response I nodded. “That’d be great, thanks, Darcy.”
