Page 118 of Bragg's Match

“I actually have my own software company.”

Her mouth drops open. “You have your own company?”

I nod. “And it’s going quite well.”

Her mouth snaps shut and she narrows her eyes on me. “Define quite well.”

My cheeks warm. “It’s a multi-million dollar company.”

“Then, you’re rich?”

“Some would say that.”

“What would you say?”

My cheeks are feeling hot now. “I’m a millionaire.”

“You’re a millionaire!” she shouts. “And no one knew?”

“We knew!” Sage yells through the window.

Soleil springs to her feet and stomps to the door. I catch her before she can open it. “I’ll go deal with them. Don’t upset the baby.”

Her shoulders sag. “You know?”

I nod. “Be right back.”

I stand in the backyard and confront the gossip gals. “How much to get you to go away and give us some privacy?”

“Are you going to get busy?” Feather asks.

“I could use some inspiration,” Petal adds.

“How much?” I ask again because I am not discussing sex with a bunch of women old enough to be my grandmother.

“A donation to restore the gazebo in the town square.” Sage hands me a piece of paper. “Here’s the information.”

I’m glad this woman is on my side. She’d be a formidable opponent. I wait until Sage herds the group away before returning to the shed.

“You know?” Soleil asks again as soon as the door is shut behind me.

I nod.

“Who told?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes,” she grits out. “My former friends promised to keep my pregnancy a secret. I need to know who to kill.”

I scratch the back of my neck. “You’re not going to be happy.”

She crosses her arms over her chest. “Do I appear happy to you now?”

Since she’s spitting fire from her eyeballs, I’d say no.

I lean against the prep table next to her chair. “They all told.”

“What?”

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