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“Nope. Not even a bit.” Actually, I think more of him. So much more. More than I should.
“Well, my mother is convinced they’re going to have a HEA, as you put it, fuck each other crazy, and then we get the epilogue where they have the baby. She’s excited to see if it’s a boy or a girl.”
Me too. Because I want to one day be able to tell his mom we’re having one or the other. Or make Bennett’s dream come true and tell her we’re having twins. This thing has taken on a life of its own, but I don’t have it in me to stop this train again. I’m riding it. Hell, I’m fucking conducting it.
But that doesn’t mean I’m being stupid about it either.
“They better have the kid on the page.”
“For real. I think that’s a bit of a must. Even if the knocking-up part is my mother’s favorite. Right now, with you, it might be mine too. Even if knocking you up isn’t possible for a bit.”
My belly swoops and my skin hums. “Bennett,” I warn.
His voice drops, making delicious tingles snake up my spine. “Don’t play coy, Katy. I know it’s yours too.”
I shake my head and bite the corner of my lip. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Dr. Lawson.”
I can hear the smirk in his voice when he follows that up with, “Looking forward to it, Dr. Barrows.”
He hangs up, and I leave our conversation, the basket, and the fluttery feeling both have given me in the locker room. I focus on my patients and end the day with a successful surgery that was complicated and required a lot of skill and time.
With the basket in my hand, I head toward the garage. The hot summer sun is still high in the sky, and I think I might barbecue and hang out in the backyard. I told Bennett this fall I want to plant some things back there. He hasn’t done anything to it since he moved in and?—
“Cricket told me your new boyfriend sent you a basket.” Zane’s voice comes from behind me, startling me out of my reverie.
A scowl pinches my face. Fucking Cricket. She’s such a bitch, and that’s not a term I throw around at women idly. She knew it would piss him off. She knew he’d come after me because Zane isn’t a guy who likes to lose, and she knew that would piss me off. God, why do some people have to suck so badly?
“So what? You thought you’d chase after me and see for yourself?” I shake my head as I keep walking, not even bothering to look back at him. “Go away, Zane.”
He grabs my arm just as I reach my car door, stopping me. “So it’s true then? You’re seeing someone?”
“None of your business,” I tell him, shirking off his touch.
“It is my fucking business!” he yells, the sound reverberating off the concrete. “I shouldn’t have to hear about it from fucking Cricket.”
I laugh at his over-the-top anger because that’s kind of a good one. “And I shouldn’t have had to discover you were cheating on me by walking in on you fucking two women in our bed. We don’t always get what we want.”
“Is he going to get you pregnant? I know you’re worried your endometriosis could grow back, so you’re wasting time with that when you don’t have to.”
“I’m all set with your stud services.”
He grabs my arm as I open my car door and start to get in, the basket swinging and hitting him in the stomach. He looks down at it, and fury washes over his face. “You got your period, didn’t you? Either that or you miscarried.”
My eyes round. “What?”
“The basket.” He studies it in my hand. “I can see it all now. A teddy bear, cookies, and fucking Advil. You’re trying to get pregnant, but it didn’t work.”
“Fuck off, Zane.”
“The basket is not from your uncle or even Owen or Vander. They would have signed the card. So who are you fucking that you shouldn’t be? Who is trying to get you pregnant that you don’t want anyone to know about? If your new boyfriend is the real deal, why wouldn’t he stake his claim by putting his name on the card?”
“What makes you think the card isn’t signed?”
“Cricket told me there was no name on it.”
What in the absolute fuck is going on here, and how freaking close was Cricket to me? Did she comprehend any of this too? She doesn’t know about my plans to get pregnant, so I hope not.
But Zane knows.
