Instead, I’m back in that sunlit shop.
Watching the smile bleed off Harper’s face.
So, when Gray heads home to his woman and Sawyer finds someone to take him home, I don’t linger.
I go back to my empty house, those same fucking words echoing in my head.
And I know I deserve every bit of guilt that’s sitting so heavily on my chest.
Because—
I can’t wait to see you again.
Five
Harper
I exhale and roll my shoulders.
Because he’s out there.
Leo Richardson.
Mr. I Can’t Wait To See You Again—or rather, Mr. Just Kidding Fuck Right Off With You is back in my shop after giving me the best orgasms—yup, we cannot forget that it was orgasms plural—of my life.
But worse than all of that?
He’d given me hope. Hope for something different. Hope that he might be different.
Then had callously crushed that hope beneath one sneakered heel.
I rub my temples and take a deep breath.
Unfortunately, that doesn’t calm me like it normally does.
Mostly because it just makes me feel queasy.
Something that’s been happening a lot lately.
Something that’s been happening with such frequency that, heart pounding, I made a trip to the drug store down the street an hour ago and bought a pregnancy test.
Then went back and bought four more.
Four because when the first one showed two pink lines, I panicked.
And now I have five tests. Five positives. Five ways to say…
I’m pregnant.
This is a nightmare.
Because the only person I’ve slept with in the last two months…is standing out front wanting to hire me for an event.
For him and his girlfriend.
I’m going to puke.
Again.
