Merger to Marriage (Boardrooms and Billi - By Addison Fox Page 0,11
and rest for a few minutes. I’ll get your stuff and bring you a cold soda.”
“Thanks.”
Camryn dropped a quick kiss on her cheek. “You’re welcome.”
A half hour later, she was still on the large bed in the guest room, staring at the ceiling. Her thoughts flitted briefly to her wild night of passion, as she’d fondly begun to think of it. Unfortunately, those same thoughts kept going to a place she wasn’t interested in even thinking about for fear thinking about it would make it true.
There was no way she was pregnant. They’d used condoms and she was on the pill.
Even if she had forgotten said pill for about a week leading up to the wedding because she’d been in Europe on a photo shoot and the time difference had her all messed up and she hated taking the damn things because she didn’t have a whole lot of use for them on a regular basis seeing as how she wasn’t actively having sex.
Now that the nausea had passed, the worry that there was something wrong faded and all she felt was bored. She never had been all that regular, which was the primary reason for the pill. And despite taking it since she was a teenager for regularity, her frequent forgetfulness had ensured she’d never really stayed on track.
You can mentally keep track of your calendar across several time zones, countries, and business commitments, but one little pill every day and you turn into a flighty teenager.
With a quick glance around the room, she admonished herself to relax. The anxiety was just an after-effect of indulging with Holt. She’d never been a big one-night-stand sort of girl—had often envied her friends who were—but despite her casual approach to the night, it had meant something, for reasons she couldn’t quite explain.
Holt had meant something.
And it was too late to do anything about it. Her efforts to keep it light and casual had fallen to pieces in the emotional maelstrom that wouldn’t quite let her go, and she now had to make the best of the situation.
Shaking it off, she allowed her gaze to travel around the room, taking in the beautiful décor—contemporary and modern with a pleasant, welcoming warmth—before landing on her bag, sitting where Camryn had left it near the door. She’d grabbed her camera on impulse just as she was leaving that morning and was suddenly glad she did. The bright windows of her room beckoned and she started there, snapping some photos of the expansive backyard that stretched to the beach.
Maybe they could use the grounds for an upcoming photo shoot. Keira was a softie about that sort of thing, and the beautiful house would make a magnificent backdrop. Mayson was already mentally rolling through her upcoming projects for what might be a fit.
She passed through a large dining room on her way out back and saw a large spread of cheese and crackers and crudités. She nearly piled up a plate, but stopped herself with a quick admonishment.
Learn nothing on the ride up?
Focusing on the back door and the distant sound of waves, she did snatch a square of Gouda to tide her over until dinner. A series of heavenly smells greeted her as she stepped onto the back porch. She turned in the direction of the aroma and saw another large porch on the far side of the house. An army of caterers manned tables, a barbeque pit and a large grill, and she could already see the makings of a Friday night barbeque in the works.
Keira flitted around the far end of the dinner production. She couldn’t hear her, and Mayson didn’t want to bother her while in the middle of talking to the caterers, so she lifted her camera for a few shots instead. As she lined up her sister in her viewfinder, she saw in vivid detail just how happy she was.
Keira and Nathan’s romance had been rather tumultuous and fraught with challenges, but they’d come out the other side and found love. Nathan had been bound and determined to take over McBride Media and all she and her sisters had worked to build. Yet with love and the right partner, he’d seen a better path. One that would carry him—and her sister—to their future.
Mayson snapped a few more shots, then dropped the camera and brushed at the corner of her eyes. Tears? God, she had to get a grip. Even if she knew that had become an increasingly impossible task of