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“God. Finally! Why are you ignoring my texts and calls?” she whines.
“What do you want, Richelle? It’s two in the fucking morning.”
“I want to see you. Can I come over?”
I sigh. “What part of we aren’t together anymore are you not getting? Stop calling and texting or I’ll block you.”
“I’m pregnant.”
I freeze, panic taking over. I do some fast math in my head. I haven’t laid eyes on her, let alone touched her in six months. Surely, she’d have contacted me way before now, and would be showing.
Right?
“You’re a liar,” I seethe, but then quickly pull up her Facebook page. The most recent picture she posted was a group photo of her and her siblings at her brother’s college graduation. She’s in a white tight-fitting dress and it’s dated a week ago. Richelle is very thin so a baby bump would surely be showing, but instead, I see a shadow of her hipbones through the dress. No way she’s pregnant, and if she is, it’s recent and it certainly isn’t mine.
“Yes, I am, baby,” she purrs.
“Well, it’s not mine. Now, leave me alone—”
“Did you get my video? Was that your friend’s sister? She and her girlfriends were being real club sluts tonight.”
That pisses me off. Dancing and cutting loose doesn’t equal slut. Taryn had gone home alone.
“I’m done. Don’t. Call. Me. Again. In fact, lose my number.”
I angrily end the call, put it on silent, and toss my phone onto my nightstand.
No way that psycho is pregnant and it’s mine.
Right?
***
Declan and I sit inthe beer garden of a local street fair we attend every year. It’s a great way to try new beers and even some wines. The area of town is older, with mature trees that provide plenty of shade. I’m grateful it’s not raining like it usually does on Memorial Day weekend.
“This one is too fruity for me,” Declan comments, setting his beer down.
“What is it?” I ask. “Mine’s pretty good. Not too bitter or sweet.”
“Not sure, something with oranges infused is what the guy said. I’d rather drink a Blue Moon with an orange in it than that. Definitely fell flat.”
Admittedly, we are both drink snobs, mostly beer. The Silver beers from my friend Lincoln’s brewing company are my favorite. There isn’t one in the bunch that’s bad.
I jut my chin at the vendor booths lining the street. “Wanna check out the tents after this?”
He shrugs one shoulder. “Sure.” He looks around. “It’s so crowded. Hot today, too.”
“At least it’s not raining,” I comment.
“True.”
He picks up his beer and drinks it anyway, and once we’re both finished, we begin walking through the street. Couples holding hands and people pushing strollers surround us. Little kids run with ice cream cones or snow cones. One is eating a very large ear of corn on a stick and I laugh because the thing is as big as his head.
I stop when Declan does at a booth selling beaded jewelry.
“My mom loves this type of stuff,” he says, fingering a necklace with multi-colored beads.
“Those are all hand-dyed wood and I stitched the necklace myself.”
