Plan B (Best Laid Plans #2) - Jana Aston Page 0,64

his iPad while he's at work so I can see what else he's so busy researching, but in my head the word ‘researching’ comes out like a big bad vulgar word. Research. Jerk. What if I want to have sex all the time when I'm the size of a house and he's just placating me? He has no idea what I'm going through. Wait, he probably does. Because he researched. I glare at the wall and try to reason with myself because I'm almost certain I'm being hormonally moody. But really, what if he finds me repulsive after I birth a human out of my vagina? What if he only married me because he's Mr Good Guy and he'd never, ever have married me otherwise? What if Tubbs-McGee hates the baby?

"You cannot possibly go to bed angry after having three orgasms," Kyle says as he hits the light, sounding like he's amused.

"Try me."

He sighs. "It's okay. I read about mood swings too—"

"I swear I will kill you." Unreal. Now he's ruining my orgasm buzz.

22

Daisy

It's over a full week later when I remember to look at Kyle's iPad. Fine, I don't remember on my own. I remember because it's buzzing with incoming texts and annoying the hell out of me. I blame pregnancy brain for forgetting. Pregnancy brain is a real thing, I know because I looked it up. Also I read about it in the book.

I'm in Kyle's home office with Tubbs-McGee working when I hear the buzzing. Which would be odd because I've never heard it before, but Kyle was showing me something on his iPad last night, so he must have flicked the sound on and left it.

Which is fine, because it's a nice reminder that I meant to snoop through his search history and then check his digital library to see what pregnancy books he's bought. I need to get one step ahead of him on all this pregnancy knowledge because... well, I don't really have a reason. I'd say I'm a girl and I should know this stuff, but I suppose that's sexist and there's no reason he shouldn't be well versed in all of this. Kyle likes knowledge, I've found. Still, I'm the one carrying the baby so it’s only fair I have a bit of an upper hand.

I grab the iPad off his nightstand with a grin, sitting on the edge of the bed as I do. I flip open the cover, but the iPad is locked. Dang it. It was a nice try, anyway. Maybe I can distract him later after he's unlocked it and then take a peek. Satisfied with my new plan, I flip the volume switch to off and I'm about to flip it closed and toss it back on the nightstand when a text pops on the lock screen, silent this time. That's what was making the noise I was hearing, incoming texts. They must be synced to his phone.

The text is from Margo.

I miss you.

My heart is racing before my brain fully comprehends what I'm looking at. I jab at it but I can't do anything but look at it as it flashes on the lock screen. My phone does this, flashes texts at me when it's locked, but you have to unlock it to reply or see more than the first couple lines of the text.

Then another appears.

It was so good spending time with you. When can we do it again?

Okay. Let's calm down and remember what a liar she is. She lies, I know she lies. And I can't see Kyle's reply texts, assuming there are any. Her missing him doesn't mean he misses her. Right? Except... why in the hell does she think she can send him texts like this? They've been broken up forever. We've been married for a month. Why is she sending him texts like this now?

Unless she never stopped sending them?

And what in the everloving hell does 'spending time with you' mean?

Another text.

What time?

Maybe she's just sending these to rile me up? But also, she can't know I'm seeing these, can she? Unless she remembers Kyle well enough to know texts show up on his iPad. And she's just horrid enough to send them on the off chance that I'd see them?

No. That's so stupid, Daisy. Don't enable. Do not. You've dated how many jerks? So many. Enough for this to feel familiar. Enough to know better.

Tubbs-McGee has followed me into the bedroom and he meows at my feet, concern evident