Page 66 of The Lucky Heart (Jamison Valley 3)
Should I tell her about him?
“And I can’t wait to be in the city, where the women aren’t all bitches and sluts.” She aimed a vicious glare over my shoulder at Gigi, Maisy and Emmeline.
Nope. She can learn all about Tyson the hard way.
“Well, good luck to you both!” With a saccharine smile, I said good-bye.
The second she was gone, my ears filled with cheers and whistles. Behind me, the girls were whooping it up. “I can see you are all depressed that she’s leaving town.”
“I’m buying your beer,” Emmeline said. “And you’ve got free oil changes at Nick’s garage until the end of time.”
Maisy nodded. “Any and all future stays at the motel are on the house.”
“If we hadn’t already decided on names for this baby, I’d name this one after you,” Gigi said, patting her tummy.
I laughed. “No thanks needed. It’s payment enough that I’ll never have to hear from her or Tyson again.”
“This is going to be an awesome day,” Gigi said.
“Hell, yes,” I agreed.
Overloaded with beverages and snacks, we went back into the stands and again found our seats. When Jess joined us, he tucked Gigi into his side. “They’re up next for a practice run.”
I glued my eyes to the starting line, excited to see the guys attempt to do this. In the short time we’d been sitting, I’d watched three different skiers crash fantastically. Only one, and a woman at that, had made it through the whole course without a fall. But regardless of the track fails, all of the participants seemed to be enjoying the fun.
“There they are,” Emmeline gasped, reaching out to grip my arm. Her face paled and she was stroking her baby belly.
“Is everything okay?”
“I’m just nervous and worried that Nick is going to break a leg right before we have the baby.”
Her fingers on my forearm tightened until Nick and Silas finally came through the gates and set up at the starting line. At the sight of her husband, Emmeline’s entire frame relaxed.
Nick clicked on his skis and grabbed the rope that dragged behind Courage. He gave Silas a mischievous smirk before waving to Emmeline. When he flipped off his baseball cap and turned it backward on his head, Emmeline actually swooned.
Silas looked up to me and tipped the brim of his cowboy hat. One gesture and I practically melted. I might have swooned a little myself.
“Okay. What’s going on?” Gigi asked.
“Huh?” I tore my eyes away from Silas.
“You and Silas? What’s going on?”
I shrugged. If I had a better idea, I would have told her. But as it was, I was still a little confused so I stayed silent.
She narrowed her eyes. “Your brother does that too and I hate it.”
“Does what?” I asked.
“Answers a question without an actual verbal answer.”
I grinned. “Where do you think I learned it?”
We both laughed and turned back to the arena.
With Courage positioned in the center ring, Silas nodded at the official. My heart raced and I held my breath as we waited for the starting buzzer. At its loud beep, Silas spurred Courage’s side and off they raced, Nick’s rope snapping tight as he shot off behind them.
He bounced over three small bumps, then sailed over one of the large jumps before they whipped around a wide curve and raced back toward the finish line. Nick yelled out and Silas urged Courage on even faster as they hit the final stretch. They were flying by the time they vanished from the ring and through the finishing gate.
