I twirled on my heels. My stomach was in knots. “Thanks.”
He hobbled toward me on his crutches, cupping my breasts with his hands. “And your boobs look incredible in this shirt.”
I sighed. They liked being touched like this. I let a whimper slip.
His eyes widened. “Can we be late?”
I shook my head. “I wish, but Mary Ellen is excited about her first Texas night. She’s single and looking for a cowboy.”
He laughed. “Then you’ll have to wait.”
“Wait for what?” I asked.
He slipped his hand under my shirt, working it under my bra. I gasped.
“Until I make you come.” He winked and backed up on his crutches. He moved toward the bathroom.
I had to take a deep breath. My panties were soaked and my hormones were raging. Shit. I had to sit down.
I couldn’t tell him tonight.
“Darlin?” Cole called.
“Yep?” I tried to sound normal.
“I left my jeans in the closet. Could you bring them to me?”
I moved off the bed and walked to the closet. All his jeans looked the same to me, so I grabbed a pair.
I knocked on the door and shoved them through. “Here you go.”
“Thanks.” The door closed again.
I stared at it, wondering if I should burst through and tell him. Cole, I’m carrying your baby. Cole, I’m pregnant. Cole, we’re going to have our own baby.
I shook my head and stepped away. I heard him hum in the shower. No. Tonight wasn’t the right time. First, I had to figure out how to fake drink margaritas and not let my best friend figure out I was knocked up before I told the father.
Mary Ellen’s eyes widened as we walked into Peabody’s. She wasn’t used to all the cowboy hats, country music, or sunsets on the sound.
“This is amazing.” She stood next to the bar.
I wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “How about a sunset table and a pitcher of margaritas?”
“Let’s do it.” We walked arm in arm to one of the front water seats. Cole maneuvered through the tables with his crutches.
“How’s everyone over here doing tonight? Kaitlyn, this your friend from North Carolina?”
“Sure is. Mary Ellen, meet Hank, best bartender on the island. Hank, meet Mary Ellen, the best roommate a girl could have.”
“Nice to meet you.” He shook her hand. “Hope you have a great vacation in South Padre. Cole and Kaitlyn put you up at the Dunes?”
Mary Ellen took a sip of her margarita. “Yes, I love it. The place is adorable.”
“Good. I’ve got to get back to the bar. Let me know if you need anything else.”
“Nice meeting you, Hank.”
I reached for the pitcher and poured another round for Mary Ellen and me, making sure to fill the blue glasses to t