Plan B (Best Laid Plans #2) - Jana Aston Page 0,38

or disposable. Even if this relationship is both. I need it, that feeling.

"It's complicated," he finally answers.

"That's not an answer." Or maybe it is. He's traditional. He has an image to maintain. He wants to get married for the baby, blah blah blah. Except if he's not the jerk I thought he might be, and he doesn't have commitment issues, why hasn't some other girl snapped him up already?

My baby daddy is a conundrum, but I don't really feel like interrogating him right now because it's not how I operate. What I'd like is a fun date night.

"So where are we going?"

"Phillies game," he says with a quick glance in my direction. "They're playing Boston. I hope that's okay? I thought"—he pauses here to adjust his sunglasses—"I thought it might remind you of the first time we met."

"It does." I still don't care about baseball in the slightest, but I think Kyle does and I also think I might care about what he's into. Plus an evening at a ballpark eating hotdogs sounds pretty good. "Yes, that sounds perfect."

"Great. Luke called with the results, by the way."

"I assumed, based on this outlandish ring on my finger. Why would you give this to me? I could run off, pawn it and live on the proceeds for years."

"You could. I hope you won't, but you could."

"Quite the gambler you are, Kyle Kingston."

"Not really."

"No?"

"If you ran, I'd find you eventually." He pulls into a spot at the stadium and kills the engine, turning to look at me with an impish smile.

Hmm.

"There hasn't been anyone else in... a long while," I tell him. "Just so you know."

"Yeah." He's still got his sunglasses on but I see him blink behind the lenses. "Okay."

Okay? I wait. And then I wait some more. "Not okay. This is where you tell me there hasn't been anyone else since you slept with me. The first time." God. Is that unreasonable? Of course it's unreasonable. I haven't seen him in ten weeks and he had no idea I was coming back. When did I become possessive? Am I having some kind of hormonal reaction to the idea of Kyle spreading his seed elsewhere? Like I need to tie him up in my nest and keep all his jizz to myself? Jesus, I need to get a grip. "Never mind. Forget it."

"Luke sent my test results to you, right?"

"He did. Forget it." I start to open the door, desperate to get out of this car, but Kyle places his hand on my arm, stopping me.

"There hasn't been anyone for me since I met you. Is that what you wanted to hear?" He looks... guarded? I'm not sure how to read him right now.

"I guess." I shrug. I really hope this sudden-onset bitch phase I'm having passes with the first trimester.

We head inside, stopping to get hot dogs and Rita's Italian ice before heading to our seats.

When I yell, “Go, team!” once the national anthem has played and the first batter heads to the plate Kyle turns to look at me in amusement.

"You don't know anything about baseball, do you?"

"Oh, I do! I know there are two teams and nine innings. Three at bats and three strikes per batter. There's a pitcher and a hitter and some guys in the outfield. A home run means you round all four bases in one hit and a grand slam means you did it when the bases were loaded. And I know the games are approximately fourteen hours long." Longer when you're visualizing getting to fourth base with the guy sitting next to you.

"What made you go to a Red Sox game while you were in Boston?"

"I'm a curious kitten, Kyle. I like to see things I haven't seen before. Besides, I'd never been to Fenway and it's a bucket-list kind of stadium, right? And now that you've returned my camera I can go ahead and add Fenway to my blog post about Boston."

"Should we have done something else tonight?"

"No! This is great," I assure him before taking a bite of my hot dog. "I've never been to this stadium before either. If this wasn't a date I'd have brought my camera and taken pictures and turned it into a blog post. Plus, who doesn't love hot dogs?"

"You little romantic," he teases, bumping his knee into mine. "I could arrange a tour for you, if you wanted. You could get some behind-the-scenes pictures."

"Do you know a guy?" I raise an eyebrow. He's probably got a