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She nodded because she knew that was what he expected.
Keegan stood tall. “I need to go find Kaden. I need my truck.”
Bristol retrieved the keys from her purse, passed them to him. “I’ll go with you.”
His eyes were hard when they met hers. “No. It’s somethin’ we need to work out on our own.”
The ache in her chest stole her breath. This was emotional though, not morning sickness. The thought of not having these two men in her life now that she did … Bristol wasn’t sure she could even fathom it.
Forty-five minutes later, Bristol was still pacing her house. Into the kitchen, back to the living room. Around and around she went. In her hand? Well, that would be her cell phone.
At least two dozen times she’d started to dial Kaden’s number, but she didn’t. She couldn’t.
The only thing she could do was hear Rex’s words ringing in her ear. The last time she’d talked to him, he’d basically put her in her place. And in doing so, the butthole had managed to build up her spirits.
Remember that girl who went searchin’ for the biggest stick she could find? She was bound and determined she was gonna give my old man the beatin’ he deserved the next time she saw him. I remember that girl. God, you had an attitude back then. Didn’t take shit from anybody. I admired that about you. Hell, I’d go so far as to say I thought it was hot.
Bristol did remember that girl. She’d been fierce. And Rex was right, she’d taken shit from nobody.
But then life happened. She married Baxter, divorced Baxter. And her dad died. She’d been alone for so long, it was easier to keep her head down, not rock the boat, so to speak. And after a solid year of seeing all those sympathetic gazes locked on her after Baxter claimed she was frigid and that was the reason he’d said adios, Bristol hadn’t wanted to risk it again. It wasn’t true. He was just a butthole.
“No,” she said aloud. “He’s an asshole.”
The word was so foreign on her tongue that it made her smile.
“Asshole. Asshole. Asshole.”
Bristol stopped pacing and tapped her phone screen, pulled up her contacts. She found the one she wanted and dialed.
“Hey. I know you’re probably busy, but do you think we could meet for coffee tomorrow?”
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