Page 57 of Hard to Handle
“What?Fuck some guy in the bed of my fucking truck?”I took a breath.“Or are you sorry for lyin’ to me about bein’ pregnant?”
Her gaze dropped to the ground.
I took a breath, let it out roughly.“It’s done, Tammy.Over.I’m not losin’ sleep over it, so you shouldn’t, either.”
I heard the door open behind me, then glanced over my shoulder to see Reagan leaning against the doorjamb.She was smiling, but the action didn’t reach her eyes.This was the very reason she was keeping me at arm’s length, and Tammy showing up wasn’t going to help matters.
“I have shit to do,” I finally told Tammy.“Seriously.”
My phone chose that moment to ring.I tugged it from my pocket and glanced at the screen.
“What’s up?”I greeted Wolfe, turning my back on Tammy.
“Travis and Gage are on their way here and they want to meet us at the diner in a few.They’re bringin’ a lawyer with them.”
“A lawyer?”I frowned.
“Yeah.And this lawyer…” Wolfe chuckled.“I think she’s gonna be the key to bringin’ this bastard to his knees.”
“That so?”I wasn’t sure how a lawyer was going to do that, but hey, I didn’t care how it happened.Just as long as it happened.
And the sooner the fucking better.
“Yeah,” I told Wolfe.“Reagan and I’ll be there in a few.”
“Thanks.”
The call disconnected and I met Reagan’s eyes.She still didn’t look amused, but I couldn’t very well blame her.
“That’s … Reagan?”
I closed my eyes momentarily.
“The girl who owns the bar?”
I didn’t respond.
“The one whose name is…”
“You need to go, Tammy,” I snapped, my eyes still locked with Reagan’s.
She didn’t say anything more, but I heard the shift of her feet as she moved.I didn’t know if she was coming closer or actually leaving, but I couldn’t move, couldn’t look away from Reagan.
Seeing her standing there in the doorway of my house…
Every possessive instinct in my entire body roared to life.She was right where I wanted her to be, but I could tell by her expression that she didn’t care to be there.
To my relief, a car started behind me, then the sound of tires moved down the gravel path.
I waited, still not moving.
“Is she gone?”I asked Reagan.
She nodded.
I took one step, then another.I moved up the stairs to the house, and Reagan remained right there, not moving.
“Your girlfriend?”she asked, her eyes rolling slightly.
