Page 84 of Made for Wilde

“That supposed to scare me?”

“It should.”

Then Adrian shoulders his bag and disappears out the side door.

I walk backtoward the main training floor, my head still ringing from Adrian’s sucker punch. The kid’s threat echoes in my ears, but I push it aside for now. I’ve dealt with spoiled rich kids before.

My phone vibrates in my pocket as I reach the main gym floor. I pull it out, and Charlotte’s name lights up the screen with a photo attachment.

The image loads, and despite everything that just happened, a ridiculous grin spreads across my face.

It’s a photo of Charlotte sitting on our kitchen counter, holding up a kiwi fruit with both hands like it’s a prize. The caption reads:

Baby Wilde is kiwi-sized today! 14 weeks!

She’s been doing this since we found out about the pregnancy. Every Friday, she sends me pictures of fruit that matches the baby’s size that week. Started with a blueberry, then a raspberry, grape, olive. Now we’re up to kiwi.

The grin on my face feels permanent as I stare at the photo.

My chest swells with that overwhelming mix of pride and protectiveness that hits me every time I think about Charlotte carrying my baby.

Our baby.

“Well, well, well.” Dana’s voice cuts through my thoughts. “The mighty Koda Wilde, taken down by a trust fund kid with three months of training.”

I look up to see my sister leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her tailored blazer. Her CEO badge glints under the hallway lights, the Worthington Sports logo catching the fluorescents. She’s fighting a smile and losing badly.

“Shouldn’t you be in a board meeting or something?” I zip up my bag, deliberately casual. “You know, running the company instead of harassing your employees.”

Dana pushes off the wall and comes closer, squinting at my temple. “That’s going to leave a mark.” She pokes at the tender spot, and I jerk back. “Big bad mountain man gets knocked out by Adrian De Luca. Wait till the other trainers hear about this.”

“I wasn’t knocked out. Just caught off balance.”

Dana’s eyes crinkle with amusement. “Security cameras say otherwise. Already watched the replay.”

Of course she did. I grunt and shoulder my bag, turning toward the exit. Dana falls into step beside me.

“You know what’s weird, though?” She glances sideways at me. “You don’t seem nearly as pissed off as I’d expect. The Koda I know would be brooding for days after something like this.”

“Maybe I’m just evolving as a person.”

“I doubt it.” Dana stops walking, forcing me to turn and face her. “Something’s different with you. You’re walking around like you won the lottery even though you just got your ass handed to you in front of your entire class.”

Her eyes narrow, that scary CEO analytical look she gets when she’s piecing something together. I’ve never been able to hide anything from Dana. Even as kids, she could read me better than I could read myself.

I glance around the busy hallway where trainers and clients pass by. This isn’t the place for what I need to tell her.

I grab her elbow, steering her toward an empty office. “Come here, there’s something i need to tell you.”

Dana raises an eyebrow but follows without protest. I close the door behind us and set my gym bag on the floor. Then, I take a deep breath, unable to keep the smile from spreading across my face.

“Charlotte’s pregnant,” I tell her.

Dana’s mouth drops open.

“What? Are you serious?”

“Yep. She’s fourteen weeks along now.”