but I've been eating nothing but bread the last few days.
I set my menu down. "You guys drove in?"
Tom nods. "Left around three A.M. We were up all night-"
Willow clears her throat. "It was a quick drive. No traffic."
"Pete come with you?" I ask.
Tom laughs. "No, he and Jess had to catch up. He's leaving sometime today. If they ever get out of bed."
"I'm sure they'll get to the couch or the shower," Willow says.
"He tell you that?" Tom asks.
"Girls talk." Willow smiles. "Not Kara though. She's probably sparing me from hearing about sex with my brother."
I nod. She's right. I feel weird talking about my relationship with Willow. I can talk about Drew, but only in a we should do something special for his birthday kind of way. Anything more intimate feels like a boundary violation.
Drew is fixed on me. It's like the two of them aren't even here.
He leans in. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Great. Just hungry," I say.
He raises a brow.
Thankfully, a waiter stops by our table with four waters. I suck on my straw. It helps ease the wave of nausea that's rising in my throat. Deep breath. I'll be fine as soon as I eat something.
Hopefully.
We take our turns ordering. Coffee for everyone else. Earl Grey for me. Omelets all around.
"This place does look good." Willow presses her lips to Tom's. "Thanks for doing so much research."
"Anytime, kid." His kiss is a hell of a lot less chaste.
Drew clears his throat. He's calm about watching his sister moan over her husband. "Did you invite us to breakfast to make out in front of us?"
"Being familial," Tom says. "The making out is a bonus for your eyes."
Willow bursts into laughter. "Where do you come up with this stuff, sweetie? You should give Drew a break, for once. You don't have to remind him about our sex life every time you see him."
Drew squeezes my hand under the table. I turn to face him. His dark eyes are intense, protective. His short hair is messy. I fix a strand that's hanging in his eyes. He never lets it get long enough to hang in his eyes.
"I like your hair longer." I run my fingers down his cheek and over his strong jaw. He's classically handsome. Good genes. Not that it matters what our kid looks like. But being attractive would put him or her at an advantage. "You should keep it like that."
He purrs as I run my fingers over his neck. "I could be convinced."
"We should get them back by making out on the table." I smile. "We could get them back even better by having sex on the table."
Drew shakes his head. He's a lot less shy with his affection than he used to be, but he's still not the PDA type.
Well, not in front of our friends.
The waiter interrupts my bliss with the coffees. They smell stronger than usual.
My stomach lurches. I push my seat back and take a long sip of water. It's not enough.
Fuck.
"Excuse me. Ladies' room."
I grab my purse and push out of my seat. The bathroom is right around the corner. It's clean, white, and empty.
I push into an empty stall just in time to throw myself on the ground and hurl into the toilet.
Fucking coffee. Okay. I can do this. Deep breath then I stand up.
I go to push myself to my feet, but it's no good. Another wave of nausea overtakes me.
I hurl again.
When I'm sure I'm done, I sink onto my feet. Sitting on a bathroom floor in Vegas. Classy. At least it's clean.
Speaking of clean, I should wipe up. As soon as I catch my breath.
The door swings open. Awesome. An audience.
"Kara, you okay?" Willow's footsteps move closer. "Are you—" Her eyes go wide. "Are you pregnant?"
Chapter Twenty
Kara
Am I pregnant? That's the million-dollar question, isn't it?
Willow takes a step backward. "Sorry. None of my business. Do you want? Here-" She pulls the stall door open. She sits next to me and pulls my hair behind my head. "You have a hair tie? I don't carry them anymore. This cut is too short for a ponytail."
"Yeah. In my purse." I reach up to flush the toilet then press my back into the wall of the stall. Willow is close, and I'm sure I don't smell like flowers at the moment. "You don't have to sit with me."
"I know." She unzips my purse and digs through it. Her eyes go wide. Must be the pregnancy test. She says nothing