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“Are you kidding? This is adorable.” She fluffed a pillow then hopped on the bed. “And the bed is cushy too.”

I tried not to blush. I used to share that bed with Cole.

“I’ll let you get settled, and then we can walk over to Peabody’s for drinks and dinner. Cole said he’d be home by five. That gives you an hour. Is that ok?”

She walked across the room and unzipped her bag. “Yep. I’ll be ready.” She held up a cutoff top. “Do cowboys like these kinds of shirts?”

I laughed. “The cowboys aren’t going to know what to do with you. See you in an hour.” I hugged her again before heading home.

It felt good to have Mary Ellen next door. She was a piece of home, a piece of my life that I was trying desperately not to miss. Texas was supposed to be my home now.

I changed into a pair of fitted jeans and the boots Cole bought for me. I hadn’t worn them nearly enough. It was warm, so I opted for a black tank top. I shook my hair down around my shoulders. I thought I looked like any other Texas girl. Only, right now, I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

Cole hobbled through the door, banding his crutches on the frame. “You look hot.”

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?”