Loving Dallas - Caisey Quinn Page 0,64

hard work.”

He gazes at the crowd through the glass doors with a look of detached amusement on his face.

“You’re not boring me,” I assure him. “I was just thinking.”

“About?”

“About whether or not it’s worth it,” I answer quietly.

When he doesn’t speak, I glance over to see him looking at his phone again.

“It isn’t,” he says evenly.

A waiter steps over and offers us our choice of champagne in flutes or highball glasses of bourbon and another is close behind with chocolate-covered cherries on the music note sticks I ordered.

I skip the booze and take a few of the cherries. Jase lifts the squat glass full of amber liquid to his lips while I place the dessert in my mouth. Something about the combination of bittersweet dark chocolate and the sickly sour cherry hits me wrong and I spit it out over the balcony.

“Oh my God,” I say once I realize what I’ve done. “I cannot believe I just did that.”

And I sincerely hope my half-chewed cherry didn’t land in anyone’s hair.

Jase laughs at me. “And here I thought you were some classy broad. You could enter a chewing tobacco spitting contest and give some boys I know a serious run for their money.”

“I’ll add that to my resume.” I wrap the remaining cherries in my cocktail napkin. “I usually love those. But lately chocolate has been making my stomach turn. And I need to go see someone about those cherries. I think they might be rotten.”

Jase gives me some intense side-eye. “I had some earlier. Tasted fine to me.”

“Well, that batch had to be bad. They even smelled weird.”

“You think so?” He’s still scrutinizing me as if I am an alien life-form to be studied beneath a microscope. “You know, when Aubrey was pregnant with Mac, she couldn’t stand the smell of oranges. It was the damnedest thing. She used to love them. Then she got pregnant and said they smelled like kitchen cleaner and I had to keep her out of the produce section for fear she’d get a whiff and puke all over aisle five. We couldn’t even keep OJ in the house anymore.”

My mouth gapes open. What the hell does my spitting out a rancid rotten cherry have to do with his wife’s pregnancy and aversion to—

I feel as if my head is detaching from my body and floating up into the sky like a wayward balloon.

I don’t want it to be true but it’s entirely possible. I know it is. I knew the day I stood in my bathroom realizing I had two more birth control pills than I should have had after getting home from weeks of traveling for work. After having unprotected sex with Dallas. More than once.

I doubled up my next two doses but then I googled that and saw that it wasn’t necessarily effective or even a good idea.

Likely noting my distress, Jase takes my arm much more gently than he did when he almost knocked me over. “I think you’ve had enough fun for one evening, darlin’. I’m going to call us both a cab so we can get—”

“No. I’m fine. It’s just this stomach bug. I need to get back inside. Excuse me.”

Without another word, I stride quickly away from him and toward the throng of people flowing in and out of the ballroom.

Halfway across the room, I run smack into a couch where Dallas is sitting surrounded by executives and half-dressed women snapping pictures with him. A bottle blonde in a sparkly blue dress is in his lap. She looks comfortable. Like she’s been there awhile.

The small amount of lunch I’ve managed to keep down rises in my throat and I have to get to the ladies’ room or risk covering the entire couch and its occupants in puke.

On second thought . . . no. I’m better than that. I clench my jaw and try to swallow the excess saliva filling my mouth.

“Robyn, hey. There you are. You did an amazing job with the—”

I hold a hand up and shake my head. I can’t talk to whoever is trying to get my attention. Dallas looks up when they call my name but I avert my gaze.

I can’t do this right now.

All I can hear is Jase Wade in my head telling me about his pregnant wife as I run through the crowd, elbowing people out of my way in hopes that I make it to the bathroom in time.

I didn’t even eat that much today. Apparently my stomach decided to