when I went to Tahiti alone? Well, I wasn’t exactly alone the whole time.”
Kylie’s eyes got big then a grin broke out over her face. “Oh my god. You hooked up with someone? You, who gave me enormous shit because of Club Z guy?”
When she and Kylie gone out about six months ago, Kye had met some guy at the club and had actually had bathroom sex with him. Afterwards, she came out, had another drink and danced for the rest of the night. She didn’t even get his name and Harper had given her shit about it for months.
But Club Z guy and Ethan weren’t really the same. Harper had spent the day with Ethan first. At least she knew his name, even though she woke up alone the next morning. Harper shifted on the couch and couldn’t quite meet Kylie’s stare. Her friend would never judge her for a mistake, but Harper still felt like an idiot for what she’d done.
That first night they were together in Tahiti.
Not the next time they had sex in his apartment. That time had been with full disclosure on who each other was. She had wanted him and she was pretty damned sure he wanted her too.
“So this happened weeks ago and you are just now getting around to telling your best friend? You brought me back a lame magnet when you could have told me a raunchy bedtime story?” Kylie pouted.
“Yeah. You got a magnet, but…” Harper sucked in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “I may have come back with more than a keychain souvenir from that night.”
Her smile faded and Kye put her arm around Harper. “Shit. So this guy might be your baby daddy…” Kylie waved toward Harpers stomach.
“Please don’t say that. I’m sure I’m not actually pregnant. Just maybe pregnant.”
“Did you get a name? Was he a tourist too? Are you going to tell him? Do you even know how to get in touch with him? I can have one of my dad’s security guys do some looking...”
“It’s Ethan Wentworth,” Harper blurted out. “And yes, the same Wentworth family that my father basically stole money from? Yeah, he’s the son.”
Kylie’s mouth fell open and her delicate eyebrows scrunched down. “Seriously? Ethan Wentworth is like the hot new thing.”
“I never thought about that. I didn’t know who he was when we met.”
Harper nodded, feeling the tears welling in her eyes. Kylie was the first person that knew what had happened outside of her and Ethan and the weight of telling her friend pushed down on her like a ton of bricks. It made it feel real and real was absolutely terrifying.
“You went halfway around the world and screwed some stranger and might be pregnant and he just so happens to be the son of the guy spearheading the case against your father? Babe, are you sure he didn’t know who you were? This all seems...I don’t know, too coincidental?”
Which was probably why Ethan was jumping to the same conclusion. It really would seem like more to her too if she hadn’t of seen the look on Ethan’s face at the courthouse.
The harsh accusations he threw at her inside.
No, neither one of them knew who the other was. It was one giant gag joke from the universe apparently.
“He didn’t know who I was and I didn’t know who he was. We’ve actually seen each other since I got back.” She hung her head and hot tears splashed onto her clenched hands. “We sort of hooked up again last night. I hadn’t been feeling well so he talked me into seeing the doctor on staff at his place and being pregnant came out as a possibility. In Tahiti we weren’t careful. At all. One time, right? What are the chances?”
Her voice broke on a hiccup and she bit back a sob. Pressure built inside her chest. “We were actually buying tests right before I came here. Everything was...good? Then his father called and my father is suing them for defamation because of the things they've said about him in the media. All true by the way. After everything he did, he’s trying to make it loos like he’s not the bad guy. Ethan freaked out. Asked if I knew about it and I just ran. I came here. You know the worst part? For a few minutes it really felt like it would be okay. That we could deal with whatever happened.”
“So you don’t know for sure?” Kylie asked quietly.
Harper