Page 95 of Wilde Flame

We sat on the stools at the kitchen island and dug in.

“Beer?” Gatlin asked.

Jerking my head to the refrigerator, I said, “Help yourself.”

“Ensley?” he asked, as he held up a bottle.

“Sure.” She turned to Lilibeth, looked at the giant Yeti cup, and asked, “Mixed drink?”

She shook her head. “Orange juice.”

Gatlin shuddered. “Gross! With pizza?”

With a one-shoulder shrug, Lilibeth replied, “I was craving it.”

Her pizza stopped at her mouth when she realized what she’d just said. I was positive it would go over Gatlin’s head…but not Ensley’s. She’d been watching Lilibeth like a hawk since the moment she’d walked in.

“Did you and Uncle Mike get that elk free?” my brother asked.

“Elk?” Lilibeth asked.

I nodded and wiped the corners of my mouth. “A younger elk got stuck in the fence. I saw it earlier today while out for a ride. Took a few of us to get the poor thing loose. Did I tell you I saw a bull moose today, as well?”

“You did?” Lilibeth asked. “I’ve always wanted to see a moose!”

“You’ve never seen a moose?” Ensley asked, taking first her pizza, then Gatlin’s, out of the oven. She walked over and grabbed ranch dressing out of the fridge.

“Wow, I haven’t seen a moose on the ranch in a long time. I bet that was a sight,” Gatlin added.

I let out a soft laugh. “I’m pretty sure Draco was scared shitless.”

Ensley laughed. “He isn’t stupid.” I watched as she poured ranch onto her plate. She lifted a slice of pizza, dipped it into the ranch, then took a huge bite.

The next thing I knew, Lilibeth was speed-walking out of the kitchen and heading to what I guessed was the bathroom in my bedroom.

The three of us watched as she quickly vanished.

“So,” Ensley said, setting her pizza down before taking a drink of her beer.

“Sooo?” Gatlin replied, with a concerned look on his face.

“How far along is she?” my sister asked.

My shoulders fell. “How in the fuck did you know she was pregnant? Do women have some kind of weird pregnancy radar?”

When Gatlin had no reaction at all, Ensley glared at him. She tossed her hands back and forth in a crisscross pattern. “Hold on one second—did you already know?”

Gatlin glanced at me, and I nodded. He looked back at Ensley and flashed her a wide grin. “Yep. I already knew.”

She gaped at me. “What the fuck, Caden?”

I sighed. “We were waiting to tell people until she was further along.”

“But you told Gatlin?”

Gatlin ate his pizza with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“I had to tell someone, and he was there.”