Wicked: Sweet Temptation [Wicked Series Book 4] by Lily Graison

and shook her head. “Take me home,” she said. “I think my lunch is going to come back up.”
    They laughed as they walked to the sidewalk, and Faith resisted the urge to look back at Mick one last time. Her heart screamed to run after him but the rational part of her brain told her he just needed time to sort it all out in his head. Lord knew she’d needed it when she found out and thankfully, her family had been there to help her through. She just hoped the guys were there for Mick when he needed them.
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    It was dark by the time Mick made it back to the Bed and Breakfast Inn. He climbed the steps of the three-story home and opened the front door, wincing when the door hinges squeaked. Christian peeked around the corner of the first room when the door shut behind him.
    “Damn man, where the hell have you been? Roxy was ready to call the police.”
    Mick laughed and shook his head, turning the corner and walking into a large sitting room. “Don’t,” he said. “The good Sheriff Weston is the last person I want to talk to tonight.”
    “Weston?” Christian said, shocked.
    “What? Jessi didn’t tell you Faith’s brother was the sheriff?”
    “The sheriff?” Jessi said, surprise showing on her face. “Which one?”
    “Adam.”
    Jessi grinned. “Figures,” she said. “He always was the bossy one.”
    He snorted a laugh. “You could say that again.”
    “Did he do that to your face?” Roxy asked.
    Mick raised his hand to the side of his face, feeling the raised skin near his temple. He hadn’t seen it but knew a bruise was there by how sore it was. “No,” he said. “That would have been Jacob.”
    “So you got into a fight with one of Faith’s brothers and her other brother locked you up?”
    He shot a glance at Devin and threw himself in a vacant chair. “He didn’t lock me up,” he said. “But I’m kind of wishing he would have now.”
    “Why’s that?”
    “Because I’d have something to worry about other than what I do now.”
    “Which is?”
    Running a hand over his face, Mick leaned back in the chair and looked toward the hallway.
    “No one is up but us,” Christian said. “At least, I don’t think anyone else is. I haven’t seen a soul in two hours.”
    “Did you see Faith?” Roxy asked.
    “Oh yeah, I saw her all right and I’m in deep shit.”
    She raised an eyebrow at him and leaned forward in her chair. “How so.”
    He looked at her before glancing at the others in the room. Everyone was there, his best friends for the last five years and the women they’d claimed as their own. How had the life he used to think was so normal get so screwed up? He sighed before focusing his gaze back on Roxy. “She’s pregnant.”
    The silence was deafening. The only sound to be heard was the chirp of crickets outside. He watched their faces, seeing the shock turn to placid calm. He wished he’d had the ability for the same thing before he walked off and left Faith standing. If she didn’t hate him before then, she probably did now.
    Roxy was the first to move. She blew out a long breath and leaned back in her seat. “I guess we know why she didn’t sign those divorce papers now.”
    Mick nodded his head. “She said her father told her not to.”
    “Smart man,” Roxy said.
    “If you say so.”
    “I do. If she had signed those papers and the divorce was finalized, you’d be in court for years to come when she petitioned you for child support.”
    The dull throbbing behind his eyes intensified at her words and Mick stared up at the ceiling and sighed. “I’ll be there anyway.”
    “Maybe but we can get everything in writing before the baby is born and move on from there.”
    The baby. Mick’s stomach clenched at the thought. He was going to be a father. What the hell did he know about being a father? Hell, his own hadn’t bothered staying around once he found out he had a kid on the way. He’d only met the man once and barely even remembered what he looked like.