One Moment Please (Wait With Me #3) - Amy Daws Page 0,45
and hugs both of us, and then grabs our wrists and drags us down the hall into the master bedroom.
“Gross, I don’t want to be hanging out in your sex den,” Dean groans, his nose wrinkling. “It smells like leather and balls in here.”
“Shut up, Dean,” Kate snaps, holding her hands out to get our full attention. “Tonight’s top story is that Miles’s best friend Sam is fucking Miles’s little sister.”
“Ew!” I say at the same time Dean cheers, “Yes!”
“Why did you have to say it like that?” I ask, my face twisted in disgust. “Maggie is in her twenties. It’s not like she’s a teenager. Stop saying little.”
“It was my elevator pitch,” Kate retorts, shooting me a wicked smile. “And it’s more salacious if I say it that way.”
I roll my eyes. “You are such a smut writer.”
Kate sticks her tongue out. “So, they’ve been sleeping together for weeks, and Miles just found out the night you went to the ER, Lyns. So it’s still kind of new, but Miles has accepted it even though I can tell he’s fighting the urge to punch Sam every time he puts his arm around Maggie. But like…it’s so good because Sam and Maggie are in love, and we love love, right?”
“Right.” I reply enthusiastically
A groan is all we get from Dean.
“God, this shit is better than fiction!” she squeals excitedly and then opens the bedroom door. “Now, let’s go get drunk!”
She drags me down the hall.
Dean mouths, “Chicken.”
And he’s right. I am such a mother-clucker. Kate’s bedroom was the perfect place to tell her I’m pregnant with Dr. Dick’s baby whom she met in the ER that night. But, fuck it, I’ll tell her later. After she’s had a few drinks.
The party is loud and a little crazy, so I manage to fake drink my way through it okay, but there’s no doubt Kate notices that I’m not as drunk as she is—which is unusual for me. A typical Lynsey party night involves tropical cocktails with umbrellas and red-stained lips from the juice I mix with copious amounts of alcohol.
Kate’s blue eyes pierce me from across the room, and before I can find a drink to fake sip, she pulls me up onto the coffee table in the living room, which has now been turned into a makeshift dance floor.
“What’s wrong with you?” Kate yells over the music, tipping her red Solo cup of beer to her lips while swaying her hips. “Why don’t you have a drink in your hand?”
I wiggle my hips and hold my hands up. “I was drinking them way too fast.”
“Do you have a job interview tomorrow?” she asks, eyeing me like she’s trying to count the pores on my face.
“No.” I do a small twirl on the table to give the illusion that I’m having fun.
She pokes me in the tit when I turn to face her.
“Ow!” I exclaim, holding my breast.
“What is it? I know something’s up.”
I stop dancing and so does she.
Her face grows serious, and mine mirrors it.
“I have to tell you something.”
“If you tell me you’re moving to Denver, I’m going to blow a gasket.”
“I’m not moving to Denver.”
“Then what?”
I take a deep breath in. This is it. Just jump in like a cannon ball and tell her. “I’m pregnant.”
“Very funny!” Kate bursts out laughing, throwing her arm around me and shimmying her hips to the music. She points around the room. “And who, pray tell, is your baby daddy?”
She gasps. “Is it Dean? Is this the second-chance romance you never knew you wanted?”
Suddenly, Kate’s eyes go wide, and her mouth opens. She nearly drops her drink, but I manage to catch it just in time. I clutch her red Solo cup to my chest and turn to see what has her so shocked. I nearly pee myself when Josh makes his way through the crowded party.
“Dr. Dick is at my party,” Kate says, squeezing my arm so tight I wince. “Dr. Dick is at my party!”
“Why are you freaking out?” I ask, extracting my hand from her death grip. “It’s not like it’s Sam Heughan.”
Kate turns her wide and wild eyes back to me. “You don’t understand, Lynsey. I had this dream about Dr. Dick after that night I met him in the ER with you. It wasn’t like a sex dream…well, not really. It was a book dream. Like I dreamed up a whole plot for a hot, dirty doctor whose heart is broken from some tragic pain. And