Page 4 of Tempting Bo (Montgomery Dreams #2)

BO

Hard to believe last night wasn’t a dream.

I would say I haven’t stopped thinking about Kenzie since I kissed her, but that would imply that she’s never not on my mind. Even when she was off at college and it was months between phone calls, I thought of her.

Since we met in school, I’ve had a crush on her.

Our moms are best friends. We grew up together, and I’ve harbored silent feelings for her for most of my life.

She was always so serious and studious, always had her nose in a book.

I figured she just wasn’t into me, or maybe that she wasn’t into anyone at all.

If she fell for someone, I assumed it would be some smart scholarship kid, not me—rough and tumble and constantly covered in dirt.

Funnily enough, it took Mom poking at me to get me to see past my own assumptions.

She pointed out the fact that Kenzie cleared her schedule for this the first night she got back, and that she hasn’t left my side since she got here.

I thought nothing of it at first. We’ve been best friends forever, and we always hung off each other like glue.

Mom seemed to be under the impression that Katie’s been head over heels for me for as long as I’ve had a crush on her, but I didn’t believe her until I saw the way she looked at me when I walked her out to her car.

Those pretty green eyes that I missed so much twinkled under the stars.

Her lips were soft and pink and parted in a smile that I needed desperately to taste.

I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her.

It was the most magical thing I’ve ever felt.

No one else has made me feel that way, like the whole world shifted into alignment as soon as I touched her.

Maybe it’s corny, but it feels like we were made for each other, like we’ve both been waiting for the other to say something this whole time.

I’m thinking about her as I go through my day, smiling to myself while I unload the new shipment of chicken feed.

If I can get through all my work early enough, I might be able to see her tonight. Maybe we could go to dinner, or out for ice cream. Something casual, but enough to let her know she’s on my mind.

“Bo!”

I straighten up at the call of my name, my smile faltering and falling from my face when I see who’s walking toward me.

Fucking Savannah Ward.

The last person I want to see right now. Hell, the last person I want to see, ever .

“What the fuck are you doing on my property?” I ask, my brows furrowing. “How the hell did you get in here?”

She looks affronted, like she expected a warm welcome. I scowl as she steps closer, a bitter smile on her face.

“I’m doing great, thanks, it’s so good to see you too,” she drawls, rolling her eyes. “The gate was open, asshole. We need to talk.”

Fuck. The feed guys must have left it open on their way out. Just my luck. This is the last thing I need on my plate today.

“No, we don’t.” I drop the bag of chicken feed back into the pile and brush my hands off on my jeans. “You need to get out of here, Savannah.”

“God, why are you being such a dick?” she scoffs, sneering at me.

I stare at her in disdain, shocked that she’d dare to say such a thing. Seriously, where does she get her attitude from?

“Maybe because you tried to derail my sister’s whole fucking life?

” I shake my head in disbelief. “Or because your useless cousin tried to trick her into marrying him? Like that was ever going to happen. Seriously, did he think Oakley doesn’t have a brain or something?

How about because you’re an asshole? Or because your whole family won’t stay the fuck away from my?—”

“This isn’t what I came to talk to you about,” she snaps, holding her hand up to stop my tirade.

Oh, fuck her. Ever since I took Oakley’s warning to stay away from her, she’s been a snide, rude little brat, and I can’t stand being around her.

“I don’t give a shit why you wanted to talk, I have nothing to say to you.”

Plain as fucking day, just the way I like it. She scoffs and rolls her eyes. I expect her face to stay sour, but it twists into a spiteful smirk. My gut flips unpleasantly before she even opens her mouth.

“I’m pregnant, Bo.”

The whole world goes silent. My heart drops straight through my stomach down to the dirt at my feet.

This isn’t how this is supposed to go. Any of this.

Savannah Ward should never say those words to me, and those words shouldn’t be said with that much malice behind them.

They feel like a fucking knife, aimed straight for my throat.

I take a wary step back, like putting physical distance between us will somehow make it less true.

It can’t be true.

I have to swallow harshly several times to get any words out, and when I do, they come out raw and gravelly.

“Don’t know why you’re telling me. I never slept with you.”

Denial is my best bet. I won’t admit to a goddamn thing.

All I remember is waking up naked in bed next to her.

My memories of that night at the party are choppy and disjointed, but I remember having two drinks before everything goes black.

If I don’t remember that night, why would she?

She’s always been a heavyweight when it comes to liquor.

I’ve seen her wasted more often than not.

Her lashes flutter as she raises a hand to tap over her heart, her face screwed up in a mockery of offense.

“Oh, now that hurts.” She grins at me in a way that makes me want to puke. No, no way in hell. “C’mon, don’t you remember our night together?”

“Must have the wrong guy in mind.” I grit my teeth and shake my head, hoping this will be the end of it. There’s too much on the line for me to deal with something like this right now. I feel sick, disgusted with myself and her. “Best of luck with that, though.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” she spits. “I’m not a fucking whore .”

Just my fucking luck. Of course she’d take it that way. It’s not my fault she sleeps with anyone who looks twice at her. All I meant is that I don’t have any respect for her as a person. Regardless, I don’t actually care who she sleeps with or how often. I’m not on that list.

“I didn’t call you a whore, Jesus Christ.” I drag my hand down my face in frustration. “Just get the hell out of here. Go home, go wherever. I don’t care, just leave.”

I’m tired of listening to her, tired of pretending like this has anything to do with me.

There’s a solid chance she’s just bullshitting me, and if she’s not, I have plenty of doubt that the kid is mine .

She’s hooked up with at least three other guys at that party in the last month.

More power to her, but I’m not taking responsibility for someone else’s fuck up.

Savannah looks surprised, blinking at me in shock before her face morphs into pure rage. She steps forward, her perfectly clean boots scuffing the dirt as she drills a finger into my chest.

I immediately feel filthy, and it has nothing to do with the dirt and chicken feed streaked over my arms.

“This conversation is not over,” she hisses, blue eyes narrowing in fury. “You don’t get to write me off because I’m inconvenient. I’m pregnant with your kid, and you’re goddamn well going to do the right thing. By both of us.”

She drops her hand from my chest to lay it protectively over her stomach.

It’s almost funny to see, since she’s wearing cut off shorts and a crop top, and her stomach is completely flat, but the implication is horrifying enough to take all of the humor out of the situation.

She seems pleased enough at watching my face blanch, and turns on her heel to march back to her car.

I stand there by the stack of feed bags, wondering how the hell things ended up this way.

None of this should even be possible . I don’t remember that night, and it seems massively unfair that something I don’t even remember could affect my life this way.

If I was drunk enough to black out—off two drinks, somehow—it’d be a miracle if my dick still worked.

I don’t want to believe there’s a chance of it being true, but fear and doubt have already taken a firm hold in the back of my mind.

As much as I hate to admit it, she’s right. I do need to do the right thing.

Just the thought threatens to tear me in half with grief. Kenzie just got back home, and I finally gathered enough courage to make a move.

Not even taking into account that I can’t fucking stand Savannah, this could ruin everything I’ve worked for. It would tear my family apart, demolish my sister’s trust in me, and bulldoze the shaky foundation of any relationship I’ve been hoping to build with Kenzie.

What the fuck am I going to do?