Faithful (Wanted 3)

“Mason? Was I going out to the ranch to meet Gunner and Jeff?”

My mother smiled. “No, you were—”

“Liz…too much information, maybe?”

“Oh please, I know exactly what that little witch was doing with the whole don’t-force-him-to-remember shit!” Mom said with a disgusted look on her face.

“Yes, but the doctor said the same thing, and…”

I tried to suck in a deep breath, but everything hurt. Fuck, just tell me already. “I want to know everything. Don’t hold anything back. Fuck what they said. Mom, where was I going?”

Smiling, my mother said, “You were going to see Heather. ”

“Heather? The girl that was in here earlier? That’s Heather, right?”

My dad cleared his throat and nodded. “Yes, Josh. You and Heather are, um—”

“More than friends,” I said.

My mother sat straight up and gave my dad a huge smile. “What? He’s figuring it out on his own!” she said with a wicked grin on her face.

I let out a laugh. “Okay, I was just taking a guess. My stomach dropped at the sight of this girl, so I knew we had to be more than friends. ”

My father and mother looked at each other and then at me.

My mother smiled. “Oh yeah…more than just friends. ”

I smiled at the idea of being with this girl. There was something about her that made me feel…different, and I sure as shit couldn’t wait to figure out what it was.

Chapter Five

I watched as Victoria came out of Josh’s room. She glanced over at me, and the smile on her face gutted me. I didn’t trust her as far as I could thro

w her.

A few minutes later, the doctor came out.

When I looked over at Amanda, she was holding her stomach.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?” I asked as I got up and walked over to her.

She stood up and put her hand on her mouth.

“Oh god, are you going to throw up? Shit!”

I grabbed her free hand and pulled her to the restrooms. We barely made it in time before Amanda started throwing up in the toilet.

“Jesus, Manda. Do you have the flu? That hit you out of nowhere. ”

As I stood outside the stall, waiting until she was done, I turned on the warm water and wet a paper towel for her. When she opened the door, I saw tears streaming down her face.

“Amanda! What’s wrong?” I asked as I watched her walk to the sink.

She started to splash water onto her face. Looking in the mirror, she began laughing as she wiped off her smeared makeup. Turning around, she leaned against the sink and smiled at me. “You know what’s so funny, Heather?”

“Um, no. What’s so funny?”

“I should be happy, but I’m not. He doesn’t want kids—not now, not ever. ”