Texas-Sized Trouble. Barb Han

in her voice almost made him turn around. Almost.

      “If you want her to help find Nicholas, get in the truck.”

      “Fine.” Faith stomped so hard the earth should’ve cracked. The only thing that did was Ryder’s face, in a grin. She still had that same fierce determination.

      As soon as she took her seat and slammed the truck door closed, she whirled on him. “I hope this means you have a plan, because you just blew the only lead we have so far.”

      “I didn’t but you almost did,” he said, keeping that wry grin intact as he turned the key in the ignition. The engine fired up.

      “Me?” She was so angry the word came out in a high-pitched croak. “You’re joking, right?”

      “Never been more serious.” He navigated the pickup through the one-lane street. “And you should calm down. Getting upset can’t be good for...it.” He motioned toward her belly, not really sure what to call the baby yet.

      “Well, then, you’re going to have to explain everything to me as if I’m a two-year-old because I don’t understand,” she said, dodging his baby comment.