Heiress and the Cowboy (Justice Book) - Page 7

I shove my hands into my pockets and start walking away.

“You can’t just say that and leave!” she calls after me. “You can’t ignore me for a decade and show up and decide that you’re going to be the father of my children!”

“What’s going on here, Cameron?” I hear Babs ask. “You look a mess.”

“Tucker Justice is what happened. Babs, he’s a menace.”

“I know, dear. I wish I was your age so he could menace me.”

I’m glad my back is to them so that they can’t see me smirk. Yeah, I’m going to bother Cam a lot—all the way to the altar.



Before I even open my eyes, I know I screwed up last night. My head is pounding. I can’t remember the last time I had a hangover. What got into me? Champagne. That’s what.

I know to stay away from the bubbles. I also know that I need to stay away from Tucker Justice too. I clearly can’t help the things that come out of my mouth when he’s near. And sad to say, that’s not the only thing I can't control around him.

“You’re running late.”

I scream, sitting up in my bed to see Tuck in the corner chair of my bedroom. I close my eyes quickly and reopen them again to make sure I’m not imagining him being here.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I put my hand over my pounding heart as I go over what happened after Tuck caught me way off guard with his kisses.

He surprised me with everything that came out of his mouth last night. My plan to throw him off kilter with the whole baby thing blew up in my face.

Okay, that might not have been the plan. The truth is I do want a baby. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. I even reached out to a few places, but it weirded me out a bit about picking the father of my baby from a book.

“I’m here for you,” he says with a shrug.

I glare at him. He’s changed clothing, so I’m going to guess he didn’t stay the night. If we’d slept together I think I’d feel the effects of that today. Wait, did Tuck say he was a virgin? I’m starting to wonder if the things I recall from yesterday are even real.

“Did you sleep over?” I do not remember the ride back to my penthouse at all.

“You’re supposed to meet with your father at noon for brunch.” He totally ignores my question.

“We meet at eleven,” I correct him.

Every Sunday, Dad and I have brunch at the country club. How does Tuck even know that? Is he keeping tabs on me all of a sudden? I’m not sure if I should be flattered or annoyed.

“He called and pushed it back. Something about his tee time was running late.” I stare at him, trying to make sure I’m understanding his words correctly before I snatch my phone off my nightstand.

I go to my call log and see a call from my father, one that was answered over an hour ago and lasted for five minutes. I can’t believe he had the nerve to answer my phone. He must have lost his mind. That’s the only explanation for how Tuck is acting.

“What the hell, Tucker Justice!” I throw the covers back, quickly realizing I’m almost naked.

I only have my panties on. I spot my dress on the floor. An image of me shimmying myself out of my dress before I flopped onto the bed flashes through my mind. I wish I could tell you that I looked graceful while I did it, but I’m almost positive that wasn’t the case.

“You got undressed yourself.” I keep my chin up as I walk past him, pretending I don’t care as I make my way toward my bathroom. I can feel his eyes on me the whole way.

I quickly get myself together hating to be late to anything. When I come back out of the bathroom, Tuck is still sitting in the same chair.

“Thank you for escorting me home last night. You may leave now,” I say as I make my way into my closet to change into something appropriate for the country club.

While I’m looking, I decide to lean toward something more on the revealing side because I know when I come out of this closet, Tuck is still going to be here. “Don’t you hate the city?” I remind him as I step out.

He finally stands from the chair, grabbing a to-go coffee cup from the table next to him. I hadn’t seen it before. He hands it over along with a couple of Advil.

“Take them,” he orders. I only do it because I need them both. I pop the pills and take a sip of the coffee. Of course it’s fixed exactly how I like it.

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