Delivering History (The Freehope Series Book 4) by Jenni M Rose

Author:Jenni M Rose [Rose, Jenni M]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jenni M Rose
Published: 2018-09-23T16:00:00+00:00

Alex threw a shirt on the minute they were out of sight, covering herself in case they had another confrontation. Then she went about her baking, checking her watch to make sure she was running on time. With one last batch of cinnamon rolls in the oven, she’d have enough time to let them cool, bag them all up, and take them to Freehope so Jenna could take them to school in the morning.

“A liability,” she mouthed, copying Grant’s hard-nosed, clipped tone. “Liability, my ass.”

She wondered why Dylan hadn’t mentioned to them that she was pregnant, or the surrounding circumstances.

Maybe he was embarrassed about it, not wanting people to jump to the conclusions that the baby was his. Maybe he had her ensconced in her house, hiding her from his friends and family, so they wouldn’t see her. Their previous conversation about him dating her as a novelty, the pregnant girl from the sticks, came rushing back.

The more she thought about it, the more sense it made. He’d spent plenty of time with her family at Sunday lunches and around town. He’d even spent a night at her brother’s bar, keeping her company while she worked.

She’d never met anyone in his family, not even a hint of a word about the prospect being on the horizon.

She’d only met his friends because she’d shown up at his office unannounced.

Yeah, things were becoming a lot clearer and she propped her fists on the counter, hanging her head.

“So stupid, Alex,” she muttered to herself.

Dylan and his partners spent more than an hour in his office, which was fine with her. She made a phone call, an S.O.S to her sister, which was promptly answered. She bagged her baked goods and her stuff, needing a helluva lot more space from her overactive imagination and libido. She needed to get away from Dylan, unsure of his motives or his plans and far, far away from his maniacally uptight partners.

She had her own shit to deal with. Dylan’s embarrassment or hesitancy was all his own.

Her phone pinged with a text, her sister saying she was right outside. Alex shouldered her bag and hefted it out the door where Beth waited for her at the car.

“You okay?”

She answered her sister’s question with a shrug and a scowl. “I can’t tell if I’m mad at myself or him or his friends or you or the baby.”

Beth’s brows rose. “What the hell did I do?”

“Nothing,” Alex admitted, tossing her bag in the trunk of the car and closing the lid. “Just like the baby did nothing and Dylan did nothing and I did nothing. His friends are questionable but this whole thing is just all wrong. The timing…it’s just wrong.”

Beth followed her as she stomped into the kitchen and then whistled. “Holy shit,” she murmured.

“I know. Talk about looks being wasted on the young. He doesn’t even know how to cook.” She hefted a big basket of individually wrapped cinnamon rolls.

“How many did you make?” Beth marveled, taking the load from Alex’s arms.

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