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“Technically not yet. It’s due in four or five days, give or take a little. But I’ve heard there are tests now that can…”

“Yes. The newest tests can detect pregnancy hormone up to six days before a missed period, so you’re well within the time frame. We have them here. I’ll be happy to give you one.”

“Davey? You’re a lifesaver.”

“You know you can get those tests at the drugstore, right?”

“Yeah, I know. I just wanted to talk to someone.”

“You can talk to me anytime. Just because we’re not going to date doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”

“Thank you for being so understanding about this. I mean, I just barged into your day.”

“You’re lucky that I happen to be free”—she looks at her watch—“for about five more minutes. The test doesn’t take long. Wait here.”

I wait, sitting on the edge of my chair, while Davey leaves and then returns about thirty seconds later with the pregnancy test.

“The bathroom’s right around the corner.” She shows me as she hands me the test. “You know the drill. Pee on the stick and wait sixty seconds.”

“And if it’s positive…?”

“Then you need to talk to your boyfriend, but I can give you a referral to the best ob-gyns here in Grand Junction.”

“I’d appreciate that. And Davey?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks.”

“You’re very welcome.”

“I’ll be back,” I say. “Hopefully before your appointment gets here.”

I take the test, head through the door that Davey motions to, secure the lock, and sit on the toilet. Only to have stage fright.

“Really?” I say out loud. I get up, go to the sink, and turn on the faucet.

Yep, works every time.

Once the stick is sufficiently wet, I set the timer on my phone for one minute.

The longest minute ever.

Clocks seem to slow down to a crawl when you’re on edge, and I’m definitely on edge.

The seconds draw out, one by one, until—

The timer buzzes.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

BROCK

I work outside all day.

I should be in the actual office building helping my father, helping Uncle Bryce. I love them both, and I’d take a bullet for either of them, but I don’t want to see them today.

So I work outside. I do hard labor. Whenever something’s bugging me, this is where I end up—interacting with the land, the livestock.

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