“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Asking Dr. Internet if you can get pregnant while you’re on your period.” Hadley paused for a moment and then said, “Huh.”
“Huh what?” I demanded.
“You can get pregnant on your period,” she said. “It’s unusual but it can happen. Especially if you have a short cycle and ovulate sooner than normal. And sperm can live up to five days, apparently.”
“Maybe you should take a test, just to rule it out,” Salem said.
“I’m not pregnant,” I insisted.
The back door opened, and Muddy came into the denand stood in the doorway. “The vole has been taken care of. I buried him next to Roscoe.”
“Roscoe?” I asked.
“Our mother’s dog,” Salem said.
My lips quivered. I collapsed into tears again.
“You sure that test is a bad idea?” Salem asked.
“What test?” Muddy asked.
Salem winced. “Oops, sorry Poet.”
“It’s fine. It’s Muddy,” I muttered. “They think I might be pregnant, and they want me to take a test.”
“You don’t need a test,” Muddy said.
“See?” I looked at Salem and then Hadley. “Told you I’m not pregnant.”
Muddy cleared her throat. “I mean, you don’t need a test because you’re definitely pregnant.”
The three of us turned to stare at her in shock.
She raised her brows and shrugged. “I’m Muddy.”
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
The Ranch
“You’re insane,” I blurted out. “I can’t be pregnant.”
“Are you having sex regularly with Brooks?” Muddy asked as she came fully into the room and shut the pocket doors.
“That’s rhetorical, right?” Salem asked.
“But it’s too early to know for sure,” I insisted. “I haven’t missed a period. And I always cry at sad things. This vole funeral thing is—of courseit would make me cry.”
“Funeral,” Hadley’s lip wobbled.
“Suck it in,” I commanded. “We don’t have time for your hormones.”
Hadley nodded. “You’re right. Sorry.”
“It might be too soon for a test,” Muddy said as she took a seat on the hearth bench. “But I just know things.”
I frowned and then my eyes widened. “You said I wasn’t done with surprises.”
