His Promise (Married in Montana Book 1) by Lorhainne Eckhart Page A

it made sense now, Emily’s distraction. He couldn’t imagine Diana dealing with that, and he didn’t know how he’d handle any of it if he were in Brad’s shoes. Probably not well.
    “We’d gladly continue to pay for services, support, anything we need to. We may have to consider home schooling, but that goes against everything Trevor needs socially.”
    “Well, what about a private school, Brad? That may be a better option,” Neil said, looking around the table at all of them as if he already had some ideas.
    “At the high school level, there isn’t much around. I wish there was. There’s more in the city, but I’m not packing my family up and moving there,” Brad said. “We’ll figure something out.”
    “Of course you will,” Becky said. “You have a good woman in there who will make sure you’re headed in the right direction. Sounds to me as if maybe it would be good for me to spend some time with my daughter-in-laws.”
    Jed wasn’t sure what to make of that—but maybe that would be exactly what Diana needed: another woman, his mother, to talk to.
     
    Chapter 4
    “E m, you’re worrying yourself to death,” Brad said. “Come to bed. There’s nothing more you can do tonight. This is mom and dad’s anniversary, so just try to put it out of your mind for now. You can’t solve it from here.”
    Brad was in bed in the guest room where they always stayed when they came to Cancun to visit his parents. It had a small balcony with French doors that overlooked the swimming pool. Everything was yellow and white, with an easy chair in the corner. It was comfortable, or should have been, except for the fact that his wife was pacing the tile floor barefoot in her short blue nightgown. He loved how it draped to her thighs, the thin spaghetti straps and flattering cut teasing him with her cleavage. She ran her fingers through her shoulder-length brown hair. She was slender and curvy, and his body stirred just thinking of settling inside her.
    “Brad, I can’t. Do you know what that new principal said to me? He lost his temper on the phone when I called before leaving this morning, and he said he was tired of every parent coming in and telling him how to run his school. He was nasty.”
    Brad had a few choice words he planned on saying to that principal, considering he was close to retirement but just wouldn’t budge. Maybe he needed to be the one to give the arrogant jerk the shove he needed. Whatever he decided, there was one thing this principal was going to learn really fast: Upsetting Brad’s wife was a bad move.
    He pulled the covers down on Emily’s side and patted the mattress. “Come here, get in bed. Let it go for now. We can’t do anything yet, and maybe there’s some other options we can start looking at.”
    “What options?” She stiffened as she stopped pacing, her hands on her hips.
    Did she have any idea what it did to him when she stood before him looking this way? Obviously not, by the way she appeared so frazzled.
    “Em, I mean it. Get in bed.” He wondered for a minute whether he’d have to get out of bed and get her—which he’d do if she didn’t get her butt in bed in the next few seconds. He was tired, and he knew she hadn’t been sleeping well, either, because every time she stirred in the night and tossed and turned, he woke up. Even her sighs as she struggled to sleep would wake him.
    “Brad, you’re not taking this seriously.” She started toward him, obviously not having heard him. She was focused on talking, on venting her outrage about how twisted up this school crap was becoming. He’d had enough with the wasted energy and was thinking more and more about finding other options.
    “I’m taking this very seriously, Em, but I’m not about to worry it to death and ruin our time with the family. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
    He wondered for a moment whether she was going to argue with him, as she stiffened as if getting ready to fight. Any