Savage (Wolf Ranch #4) - Renee Rose Page 0,8

wouldn’t be of a penis—it would be my soon-to-be ex-husband’s face. Todd was a dick. Clint wasn’t one, but definitely had one, and look where that got me. Pregnant. I should have learned from Todd and steered clear of men. I had, until Clint and my need to save a horse and ride a cowboy. I had a trusty vibrator, and I should have blown out the motor.

I pushed past the fruit and steered to the meat counter. It was damn hard to eat the amount of protein recommended, according to my doctor’s meal sheet. I sighed as I waited for the butcher to come over, so I could order some sausages, but the smell of the raw fish at the far end of the display hit me hard. I gagged before I could even talk myself down.

Oh shit. Where was the bathroom in this place? I spun in a circle, wondering if it was up front by customer service or here in the back, but that only made things worse.

Abandoning my cart, I whirled away from the counter and ran smack into a wall of… tall, hard man.

Big hands wrapped around my elbows. “Hey,” a deep, all-too-familiar voice rumbled. “Becky… hey. Wow. Um… hi. Uh, you all right?”

I craned my neck to look up and... into Clint’s handsome face. My eyes widened in surprise and panic. His nostrils flared as he drew a deep breath, and for a moment, his startled eyes seemed to change from green to grey. I quickly dropped my analysis of the color of his irises because the act of moving my head too fast brought on another wave of nausea.

“Jesus, you look green,” he commented.

For a third time in five minutes, no shit, Sherlock.

I stepped to the left to get around him, but he followed. I shifted to the right as if I were a football tight end trying to get past an opposing linebacker.

“Hey,” he said at the same time as I told him to move.

He didn’t, and that was it for me. I doubled over, heaving, and—God help me—puked a little on Clint’s work boots.

“Oh my God,” I croaked, keeping my head down as I shoved my hand in my purse for a tissue. “Oh God, this is so embarrassing.”

I hadn’t seen Clint in four months, and now I threw up on him. Because of his baby being all sadistic and torturing me from the inside out.

“You okay? Shelby, get her a bottle of water,” Clint barked.

“Yep. Be right back.” The sound of a female voice brought my head up again, just in time to see the gorgeous juice bar girl from the farmer’s market heading away. I stared at how her snug jeans showed off an ass she could probably bounce a quarter off of. Her short puffy coat didn’t hide anything.

My stomach instantly settled. As in a brick sunk in it and held it down.

It wasn’t like I was interested in Clint. I wasn’t! I hadn’t told him there’d been consequences to our hookup a few months ago because the last thing I needed was guy complications. Sure, I’d stewed on that issue for a few weeks. Did I tell him? Did I not? He deserved to know. No, it didn’t matter. We’d left it as casual. A quickie. Nothing more.

I had enough trouble trying to get through my divorce from Todd in one piece. We’d been legally separated for two years, but he wouldn’t sign the papers. Wouldn’t end it. Instead, he wanted to fuck with me. Draw it out. Push up my legal bills in the hopes I’d give up and go back to him.

Yeah, I’d go back to a guy being a dick just to get me back. Todd was dumber than I’d ever thought. I was stuck with him legally until he gave up and just signed.

A wild fuck at the back of Cody’s was one thing, but I didn’t need some other guy making demands of me. They were nothing but trouble.

That was the whole reason I hadn’t gone to Audrey to be my Ob/Gyn. Not only did I not want my BFF to see my vagina or a baby popping out of it—I did have some boundaries in friendships—I was afraid she’d put two and two together and realize who the father was.

Still, seeing Clint with Juice Girl jabbed me with a hot poker of jealousy. Clearly, he and his dick had moved on. I would never have a tight body or even tighter