Page 70 of Irish Betrayal

Gray: What? I didn’t know he followed you there. Has he tried to approach you?

Mags: Jon told me. I guess it makes sense knowing you guys were a thing, but WTF?

Blair: I spoke with my professor here at OSU, and she is informing the school’s administration. I have a feeling they will kick him back to Dublin. Wait a second. Daniel just texted me.

Blair: Okay, I’m back. I guess Trinity called Peter today. He was told that his sabbatical was revoked and that he had only a few days to return and speak with Human Resources.

Blair felt a huge relief. To be able to concentrate on finishing the project without the threat of Peter hiding around every corner allowed her to take a full breath, the first in weeks.

Bébhinn: I’m so relieved. Was he…I don’t know, was he controlling you? That’s not the right word.

Gray: You’ve had bruises. Twice. Your arm and cheek.

Mags: You said it was a flowerpot falling on you. Please, tell me it wasn’t him.

Damn it. The conversation was getting into territory she wasn’t ready for yet. She hated keeping them in the dark, but…

Blair: You guys stop worrying. There’s no way he can stay in Oklahoma now unless he quits Trinity.

Mags: So, you aren’t going to answer us?

Gray: She hates lying.

Bébhinn: So, you plan on staying silent then?

Blair: Give me a few more weeks. Please.

Mags: Not cool, Blair.

No. It wasn’t cool at all.

Blair: I have other news. New news. Maybe happy news?

Bébhinn: Tell us now.

Gray: It better be good.

Mags: Tell us, but I’m not forgetting the other stuff, and you will tell us when you get home.

Blair: I’m pregnant.

Gray: I just swallowed my tongue. You’re not. Are you?! And it better be Daniel’s, or we’re all about to have an awkward moment.

Bébhinn: NO WAY!!! How far along?

Mags: I stabbed the hell out of my finger. Holy shit! I mean HOLY SHIT!!! When did you find out?

Blair: I found out about an hour ago. It is Daniel’s as he’s the only man I’ve ever had sex with. The condom broke our first time in case you were wondering. I’m thirteen weeks. Just into my second trimester. I won’t be too many months after you, Bébhinn.

Blair: I thought the American food wasn’t setting with me. I even blamed you, Mags, for taking in my trousers too far.

Three texts hit at once.

Bébhinn: Does Daniel know?

Gray: Did you tell Daniel?

Mags: Daniel is going to flip. Does he know?