“Ah! Oh my God!” I lean over the kitchen table, panting and trying to breathe through the pain. About thirty seconds go by, then I’m able to walk back to my room and grab my phone. I call him again with no answer, then text him. My entire back feels like it’s contracting, and I’m so goddamn pissed that Alex isn’t here.
Why the hell would he leave in the middle of the night and not tell me when he knows I’m eight months pregnant?
I decide to call John next just in case there was another cattle emergency. When he doesn’t answer, I call Jackson. “f**k,” I shout. Evan’s phone is always on, but I hate to call him since he lives a half hour away. He probably works in a few hours, too, but after calling Dylan and not getting a response, I have no choice but to call him.
“River?” he answers, pi
