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“Oh,” Bunny scoffs. “I guess that makes sense. She does seem to like to be looked at. And Sully, it’s really nice of you to offer to chat with her.”
He leans back, folding his arms over his boulder-sized chest. “It’ll never happen.”
Bunny squints her eyes, confused. “Then why did you agree to it?”
“Why make a fuss about it, if it’s never gonna happen?” he explains. Then he looks around at each of us with his eyebrows raised. “Absolutely nothing, am I right? Like, a very serious amount of nothing?”
“Yeah, I can’t believe it,” Brock shrugs. “I didn’t feel a thing. She’s like a stranger.”
One by one, we all add in our agreement and I watch Bunny’s smile widen as her cheeks go pink.
“Oh, you guys,” she chides us, “you don’t have to say that. I’m not jealous, I promise. She’s really quite beautiful.”
Sully squeezes her hand again. “She doesn’t hold a candle to you, princess. You’re the only woman in the world to us.”
Bunny puffs up, sighing with relief. Then she glances down at her phone and her brow furrows again.
“What’s wrong? Is she coming back?”
“It’s a message from Nina,” Bunny affirms, as her fingers drift up to cover her mouth. “She says we look very happy. She was glad to see us. And I’m pregnant.”
Her eyes are wide with shock. I can’t take my eyes off her.
“She doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” Brock scoffs.
“She really has a flair for drama,” Royce adds wryly.
Spencer leans forward, taking Bunny’s hands in his. “Bunny? Is there anything to what she said?”
I can see her pulse in her throat and the way her neck moves as she swallows several times. She blinks over and over again and her chest heaves with her rapid breathing.
“I don’t know? I mean…”
“Bunny?” Royce growls protectively.
She swallows. “It’s just that… I mean, how long have I been in Chicago?”
“Thirty-eight days,” Spencer answers immediately.
He flinches when he sees us all staring at him. “What?” he adds defensively. “Somebody needs to keep track of things around here, right?”
“I’ve never gotten a period here. Not since I’ve been to Chicago,” she whispers hoarsely.
Slyly, Sully reaches out and takes the wineglass away from her place setting, replacing it with a crystal goblet of water. “Drink this, you’ll feel better,” he suggests.
Wrinkling her nose, she presses her lips together and I finally realize that she is smiling. A secret, excited smile. When she looks up at me, I can see the light in her eyes.
“I haven’t been keeping track,” she confesses. “I mean, I’ve just been having so much fun!”
“Have you been keeping track?” I ask Spencer pointedly.
Spencer shrugs and averts his eyes. “Well… I mean, I didn’t have a baseline to compare it to, but I did know that the cycle was quite long.”
“I suppose I was fertile in Nantucket,” she muses, her voice vague. “You know, when it was all of us that first time? Somewhere around there. So… it could be a little bit all of you, I guess.”
“That’s not exactly how that works,” Spencer remarks.
“Shut up, killjoy,” Brock tells him. “She does have that magical pussy. Maybe she mixed us all together made a Worth super baby. I wouldn’t doubt it.”
