Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“She was born here in America and kept her American citizenship, but she’s lived in Cork her whole life.”
“What does Cord think about Meabh? I’m assuming he met her at the council meeting.”
I chuckled. “From what Tripp said, Cord couldn’t keep his eyes off her the entire time and couldn’t understand her accent. He spent the whole time asking Tripp what she had said and missed half of everything. Tripp keeps playing it off like it’s a bar. A chick running a bar.”
Waylynn rolled her eyes. “I swear, my brothers live for tormenting each other. I’m surprised you haven’t caved and told poor Cord.”
“Nope. He thinks it’s her father who’s running the show.”
“You’re not a very good best friend for not telling him.”
“Oh, Tripp, Trevor, and I have a plan on when Cord will find out.”
She lifted a brow. “Do I want to know?”
“Probably not.”
“Just don’t do anything before we get married. I want you to be able to stand to say the vows and not be sitting in a wheelchair because my brother broke both your legs.”
My head dropped back as I let out a round of laughter. “Man, oh man, I do love screwing with Cord.”
She hit me on the chest. “Are you finished working? Can we leave now?”
“Are you excited about our combined bachelor and bachelorette parties?”
“If it means no strippers grinding on your cock, yes.”
“Damn, girl, you have a foul mouth.”
She winked. “And you like it. Now, let’s go, I’m sure everyone is waiting on us.”
Waylynn grabbed her purse and coat as I put on my cowboy hat and grabbed a sweatshirt. It had warmed up, but it was still chilly out. The way Waylynn’s gaze moved over my body, it was clear the last place she wanted to go was this party.
“You like what you see, baby?”
Pulling her lip between her teeth, she nodded. “Mmm…hmm. Maybe we could be a little late for this party.”
My dick jumped in my pants, and I was about to agree when someone banged on the front door.
“Are you sure you want to live here on my folks’ ranch? I’m thinking your place sounds better and better.”
I chuckled as we made our way to the front door. The doorbell started ringing, followed by more pounding.
“Holy shit! Hold onto your panties!”
Throwing open the door, Amelia stood there panting like she had just run a marathon.
“Okay, we’re not that late, Amelia.”
She held up her hand and took in a deep breath. “Something has happened. Something…that could…change your life!”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Waylynn
Amelia always was overly dramatic. Pushing past her, I turned and locked the door after Jonathon walked out.
“Mmm, let’s see. Change our lives, huh? Did Mom forget to order the food?”
“Hardly!” Amelia gasped.
“Exactly why are you gasping?”
“Got a flat…down the drive…ran up here.”
I gazed down the long drive that went from my house to the main road that went around the entire ranch.
“How in the hell did you get a flat? And why didn’t you just call me?”
She bent over, her hands on her knees. “Patches. Ate. Phone.”
“Great, the goat’s eating phones now.” Spinning on my heels, I pointed to Jonathon. “He’s not invited to the wedding. I’m saying that right now and don’t you let Chloe bat her little eyes at you, Jonathon Turner!”
Jonathon nodded but kept looking back at Amelia. “Amelia, are you okay?”
She stood up and waved her hand in the air. “I think I might actually…have exercise…induced asthma or…something.”
“For Christ’s sake, Meli, you didn’t even run a quarter of a mile. Come on, you can drive back with us.”
“No, wait!”
“No can do, little sister,” I said, walking around to the passenger side of Jonathon’s truck. “We’re late, so whatever life-changing thing you want to tell us, you’ll have to do it on the way.”
“Wait! We need to act now!”
I scoffed. “You know what this means, don’t you?” I said to Jonathon as we both got into the truck. “The boys did something. Probably rigged up something to come down and hit you in the face.”
“What!”
“No! That’s not it!” Amelia dragged in a deep breath as she climbed into the backseat. “I need water!”
Looking around, I picked up a bottle off the floor of the truck. “Is this yours, Jonathon?”
Amelia grabbed it. She downed it while I stared at her with a disgusted look on my face. “That is just gross. You have no idea whose lips have been on that.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s mine,” Jonathon stated.
“It’s still gross,” I replied.
“There’s a baby!”
Jonathon and I both turned to face Amelia. My heart started to beat harder as I forced the next words out. I had no idea what my sister was talking about, but that word caused a strange flame of hope in my chest.
“What do you mean there’s a baby?” I asked.
Amelia took a few deep breaths and then she launched into it.