“He had a call about one of the horses. Felicia, the awful bitch she was, oversold a few of them. Remember how Zach thought it was best to keep her on for a bit?” she asks.

“Yes, and we both said it was dumb.”

She laughs. “I know. He thought maybe she wouldn’t be vindictive.”

“Did he ever actually speak to Felicia in the entire time he dated her?”

“I can’t even—” Presley huffs. “A fucking year he let her stay on! A year!”

I seriously don’t understand that. I can only imagine how Presley dealt with it. Having to see that girl every time she turned around. Then again, I can understand business wise how he could think it was a good idea. The whole enemies close theory, but that’s a little too close for me.

“That’s crazy.”

“No shit. Anyway, Zach has been cleaning up that woman’s messes nonstop. I know a woman scorned is bad news, but dear God. Now she’s threatening a lawsuit.”

That girl is a piece of work. It’s a good thing she left town, because I’m pretty sure Presley would’ve beat her ass by now if she hadn’t. She stole money, destroyed accounts, and shredded parts of the Hennington reputation.

“He’s really great with the boys,” I muse, steering the conversation away from Felicia and the mess she left in her wake. “They really love him.”

Zach comes around the corner. “I’m easy to like.”

“I beg to differ,” I say offhandedly.

His hand slaps against his chest. “You wound me.”

I shrug. “You’ll live.”

He leans in and kisses my temple. “You love me.”

“Wrong Hennington,” I retort. “I like the better version of you.”

“Hey now!” We both laugh, and Presley stands there with a grin.

She walks over, wraps her arms around his torso, and looks up with the gooey expression I’ve gotten used to seeing on her face. “I got the best Hennington.”

“And soon you’ll be Mrs. Hennington.”

The way they stare at each other is so intense I have to look away. I want a love like that. She may think Todd looked at her a certain way, but I’ve never seen anything like what they share. It’s so beautiful, I could cry.

“Not soon enough.” Presley’s voice is wistful.

Their wedding is in four and a half months. I’m going to be sporting a really big baby bump by then. “Can you move the wedding up?” I ask, breaking their staring contest.

“Why?” she asks.

“I’m going to be eight months pregnant!”

“And you’ll be breathtaking,” Wyatt’s voice rings out from behind.

My breath hitches as I turn around. He leans against the wall with his arms crossed. He has on a dark pair of jeans, a tight white t-shirt with a teal button up over it. I see every muscle in his abdomen when he shifts to walk toward me. The muscles in my body tense as he moves with purpose.

He stops right in front of me, and I tip my head back. “Aren’t you supposed to ring the doorbell and wait for Zach to let you in?”

“I have a key.” He grins.

I purse my lips. “That’s cheating.

He laughs. “Do you want me to go out and do it again? I can ask my brother to clean his gun to scare me off from getting frisky with you.”

Now, it’s my turn to burst out laughing. “You’re a mess.”

“And you’re beautiful.”

“So are you.”

He chuckles. “Well, that’s good.”

I nod.

Geez, I’m a mess. One word and I forget my big strong bravado.

“You guys are so cute!” Presley claps and breaks me from my stupor.

I turn and glare at her as she laughs.

My eyes return to Wyatt to see he couldn’t care less. He only sees me. He doesn’t even glance away. Instead, he takes my face in his hands with care, bends down, and gently presses his lips against mine. “Ready, baby?”

“I’m ready.”

Right now, I know that I chose right. He’s worth giving up the expansion for.

He’s worth all the possible heartache.

He’s worth it all.

“WHERE THE HECK ARE WE going?” I ask as we enter our second hour of driving.

“On our date.”

Wyatt has been tight lipped the entire drive about what exactly we’re doing. I’m going out of my mind, but it seems like he’s enjoying my irritation more than anything.

Pain in the ass.

“I know that. But it seems like you’re driving me back to Pennsylvania.”

He takes my hand in his and doesn’t respond.

Okay, then.

I lay my head back against the seat and watch the scenery change. There are rolling hills in Bell Buckle, but this is more mountains. The trees are dense and the air feels lighter. It’s absolutely breathtaking as the sun starts to set, and the pink and orange hues paint the sky, making everything feel warm.

I close my eyes and allow myself to feel the heat encompass me. Wyatt’s warm hand holds mine as I relax.

“Wake up, sleepy.” His deep voice is low in my ear.

I open my eyes, and it’s now dark. The sky is a dark blue with tiny shimmering lights.

Shit.

“Oh my God!” I sit up quickly. “I fell asleep! On our date!”

He gently squeezes my hand. “It was a three-hour drive, babe. You’re fine.”

“Three hours?”

Now I’m confused.

He climbs out of the truck and helps me down. “We needed to do this right.”

“Wyatt?”

I look around and realize we’re out in the middle of nowhere. In front of us is an adorable cottage. A little smaller than his house but much more opulent. I turn around and see the mountains shining in the moonlight but there aren’t any other lights from other houses that I can see. Off to the left, there’s a large opening with chairs off to the side and a barn a little farther in the background.

“Where are we?” I ask.

“This is my family’s oasis. A few years ago, my brother’s and I bought this property and built the cottage. We figured we could rent it out as a bed and breakfast. Instead, we kept it for ourselves. I wanted to share it with you,” he explains.

“I-I don’t . . .” His family owns this little slice of heaven? “This is . . .”

“It’s something I wanted you to see,” he says as he takes my hand. “I want this to be special for us.”

“I don’t . . . I don’t have clothes.”

I had a nighttime outfit picked out and everything, but that’s back at his house. Not that I think guys typically care, but still, the plan was there. I figured for our first time as a pregnant couple, I would put my sexy nightie on.

“You do. Presley packed you some stuff this afternoon.”

“Wyatt!” I stop moving as tears fill my eyes, but he tugs my hand until I start walking again.

He opens the door to the cottage, flips the lights on, and I gasp. The entire space is modern and warm. Cream-colored walls and rugs with beautiful couches sit in the middle. The massive king-size bed with upholstered headboard is on the far side of the sitting area. Each piece makes the space feel luxurious. I step forward touching the back of the chair, completely bewildered.