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lines, or one that spells it out for you when the result pops up? Should I get more than one, just in case the first test doesn’t work? They sell them in packs of two or three, too, and it’s all so overwhelming.
Know what else kills me? The pregnancy tests are in the same spot as the tampons and the condoms. Really? So, the same aisle I get the stuff for my period also houses the things that prevent pregnancy and the things that prove it. How bizarre. I shake my head, wondering how I could’ve been so stupid to let things get this far? I should’ve told him. I should’ve revealed myself to him.
After standing in front of the display for more time than I’ll ever admit, I grab three different boxes using the eenie, meenie, miney, moe method and shove them in the basket I’m gripping in my other hand. Just in case, I also add a pack of tampons, a box of condoms, and enough bags of chocolate candy to hide all of it before heading for the checkout. I’m not taking any chances.
The cashier gives me a weird look when she gets to the bottom, but doesn’t comment on my choices. That’s probably a good thing, because I’m freaking out so hard I’m not sure if I would break down in tears or bite her head off.
Once I pay for my purchases, I leave, not ready to go back to my apartment yet, though I don’t have anywhere else to go either. The thought of taking these tests terrifies me, but I know I need to just get it over with so I know…so I can come up with some kind of plan.
How do you tell your boss that you slept together, but that he just doesn’t remember it?
Even better, how do you tell him he knocked you up during that unable-to-remember sex?
Fuck. My. Life.
Chapter Fourteen
Ryker
Where did she go? I turn in circles, trying to catch a glimpse of Ava, but it’s as if she’s disappeared. It doesn’t help that there are so many fucking people in this room it’s probably a fire hazard. Damn my brother and his “mandatory” meetings about shit no one cares about.
“Ryker?” It takes everything I have not to roll my eyes when she says my name. My name dripping from her lips makes my stomach tighten, and not in a good way. I don’t want to hear anything Andi has to say after the bullshit she was whispering in my ear when the meeting first started.
The woman—and I use the term loosely—tried to tell me that Ava isn’t who I think she is, like she knows what goes through my head. She may have fucked my brother once or twice, but I damn sure never went there, and I never will.
As much as I hate Reed singling me out in front of the employees, I’m glad he did this time. It made Andi sit up straight and leave me alone because everyone was looking at us. I know the reason she did it was to get a reaction out of either me or Ava, but she got nothing—at least not from me.
“Ryker?” Her tone turns whiny, and the nails-on-a-chalkboard sound makes me cringe.
I turn to look down at her, and in as cold a voice as I can muster, I ask, “What do you want, Andi?”
Her lips turn down in a pout, and she looks up at me with what I’m sure are supposed to be puppy dog eyes, but the expression on her is so damn fake. There’s nothing sweet or meek about this woman, and trying to act like there is rubs me the wrong way.
Her hand strokes my bicep, and I have to work at not ripping it off my body. Not that it would deter her, because not even my stiff posture is doing that. Andi just leans in closer, so close I can smell her cloying perfume, while she continues to give me what she thinks is a seductive look.
“Are you hungry?” Her tongue darts out over her lips, while her eyes hone in on my lips.
What the fuck? That question is totally out of left field, and before I can control my mouth, I ask the same thing out loud. Andi looks offended for a second, but it’s gone just as fast as it appeared, and she’s looking up at me with a sugar-sweet expression once more.