Cam retreated from the car window. “Keely. Hon. Just chill out.”
“What?”
“The look on your face…”
“Is what?” she demanded.
He blurted, “Really freakin’ close to evil,” and took two steps back from the door so she couldn’t take a swing at him. “Remember. This has all been a misunderstanding. You’re safe. That’s all that matters. Why don’t I call Jack and tell him—”
“You’d be better off calling a f**king ambulance because I’m gonna kick his ass when I get home.”
Keely rolled up the window and sped off.
If her brother wanted to give her a speeding ticket, fine. But he could damn well do it in her driveway.
Jack paced on the front porch.
When he saw the lights of Keely’s car, he could finally breathe. He’d nearly gone bald the last four hours, pulling out his hair, desperately trying not to think of worst-case scenarios.
Cam had warned him Keely was mad—really mad, boiling mad, mad like he’d never seen her. But Jack wasn’t worried. Her pregnancy mood swings were so erratic she might be whistling a happy tune after she’d had time to think on the drive home about her inconsiderate behavior. She might even throw herself into his arms with a tearful apology.
He plastered on a smile, prepared to be magnanimous.
But the door to the Escalade was thrown open so hard the metal supports should’ve bent backward. Her boots hit the pavement before he could offer to help her out. Then she slammed the driver’s door with enough force the entire car shook.
But it was nothing compared to how hard Keely shook.
Shit. “Keely—”
“Not a f**king word, Jack-ass. I’m so pissed off at you right now you’d better be glad I actually came home.”
He took a step toward her and she growled. His wife actually f**king growled at him.
This was not good.
“Last warning to back off. I’ve had to pee since I left Spearfish and getting pulled over by my brother has just made it worse...and that’s your fault too.” She stomped up the stairs.
Undeterred, he followed her. “Do you have any idea—”
Keely whipped around so fast he didn’t have time to duck the blow from her purse. A purse she was now swinging around like a mace. He was so shocked at the vicious expression on her face that he didn’t manage to dodge the second or third blow.
“Jesus, Keely. Will you knock it off?”
The next time she swung, he grabbed the strap and tugged the pink zebra cowhide bludgeoning tool from her fingers.
“Fine, have it,” she yelled. “It wasn’t doin’ enough damage to you to suit me anyway.” She stepped back and braced her hand against the house.
“Come on, Keely. Can we please talk about this?”
“No.”
Count to ten. “I’m serious.”
“So am I.” She jammed her heel into the bootjack and removed her right boot.
“Can you please try and be reasonable?”
“Reasonable?” she repeated. “You wanna talk about bein’ reasonable? You’re the one who told me to buzz off and leave you alone to work.”
“You took that out of context.”
“Bullshit.” Keely removed her other boot. “You said you wouldn’t be home until midnight and I should find something to do to entertain myself.”
Had he really said that?
“So are you all fired up because I wasn’t standing on the porch holding your pipe and slippers to welcome you home?”
“Like that’d ever happen.”
Keely growled at him again.
“Maybe I did mention I might be working late. But that doesn’t change the fact that I couldn’t get ahold of you when my workday ended.”
“Since when am I at your beck and call, Jack Donohue?”
Where the hell had that come from?“You have to admit it’s pretty irresponsible for you—a pregnant woman in a rural area—to forget your phone. What if you’d had car trouble?” he demanded.
“Then my brother, who was scouring the county for me, could’ve given me a ride home since you called the f**king sheriff’s office like I was a runaway wife. I absolutely cannot believe you’d—”
“Keely. Calm down.”
“Calm down?” She reached for her boot. “The f**k I will!”
The first one missed him, but the second boot hit him square in the shin. “Goddammit, that’s enough!”
“No it’s not! You have no idea how furious I am right now.” Keely picked up a potted plant and started toward him. “You humiliated me in front of my whole family, Jack. And no doubt you’ll blame this, like you blame everything else, on my out-of-control pregnancy hormones!”
“Trust me, buttercup, this psycho redneck behavior is one hundred percent you, and has nothing to do with the baby—” was all he got out before she hurled the flower pot at his head. “I cannot f**king believe you just did that.”
“Then you’d better not come into the kitchen because knives are a lot harder to duck, asswipe.” Keely stormed into the house. She slammed the door and he heard the snick of the lock as she locked him out.
Locked out. Of his own goddamned house.
Jack yelled, “Real mature, Keely.”
Yeah, real mature yelling at your pregnant wife.
He slumped into the closest chair.
How had this escalated to this point?
You overreacted.
Okay, maybe the call to Cam had been unnecessary. But Keely didn’t really believe that he’d called her family to find out where she was as some attempt at humiliation? He’d never do that to her. Jack knew how hard she’d struggled not to be seen as the baby who needed constant supervision and protection. But he’d been frantic because it was so unlike her to be incommunicado for that long. Wanting to know where she was wasn’t a control thing. He missed her, and yeah, he’d felt guilty for snapping at her and blowing her off. He’d initially called her to tell her he’d finished work early because he wanted to spend time with her. But it’d turned into full-blown panic at hour three.
All he could do now was give her time to calm down. After being married for almost four years he ought to know a way to fix this.
Grovel.
Like hell. He ought to spank her.
Jack swept up the dirt and broken pot. He dug in her purse for her house keys and ended up finding her cell phone—her completely dead cell phone.