waiting for her to calm down.
The look on my face must trigger something in her, because she lets out a big, long stream of air and slumps down in her seat.
I take a couple moments to settle my voice and try again. “Honestly, May, you’re my wingman back here in no-man’s-land. You can’t keep secrets from me because it’ll drive me crazy all day long and then I won’t get my work done and Ozzie’ll yell at me again.”
She tilts her head at me. “Since when do you care about people keeping secrets from you? Usually you want people not to share anything with you.”
I shrug. She isn’t wrong about that. “I don’t know. I’m blaming it on the babies.”
She nods. “They can seriously twist your brain.” The funny way she says it has my ears perking up.
“Do you have something you want to tell me?” I ask.
Her head shakes so vigorously I know she’s full of crap.
“You do have something you want to tell me.”
“No.”
I sit up straighter and fix her with my mean stare. “Time for you to ’fess up. What’s going on? I know it involves me.”
She looks confused for a second but then she shakes her head again. “No. Not directly, it doesn’t.”
I stand. “If you and Lucky have been talking about me behind my back . . .”
She jumps to her feet and waves her hands at me. “No. No, no, no. It’s nothing like that at all. I haven’t even said anything to Lucky or anyone else about this.” She slaps her hand over her mouth and looks around.
I narrow my eyes at her. “So, there’s something really bothering you that involves how good-looking Lucky is and you haven’t told Ozzie . . .” My mind is spinning, trying to come up with answers to the question floating between us.
“Do you have a crush on Lucky?”
She reaches up and grabs two fistfuls of her hair and pulls while she growls. “Rrrrr, no! Why would I have a crush on Lucky?”
I shrug. “Because he’s hot as hell?”
She lets go of her hair and lets her arms fall down to her sides. “He is hot as hell. And that’s the problem.”
I reach out and pat her on the shoulder. “Ah, I see. Unrequited love. It sucks. Don’t worry, it’ll pass. I used to have a crush on Lucky when I was a kid, but I was able to ignore it for, like, ten years, so I’m sure you’ll be able to do the same.”
I’m actually not convinced she has a crush on Lucky, but I know saying this might be enough to bust the top off her little can of secrets so she’ll unload on me. I’m almost enjoying this.
She shrugs me off. “I told you, I don’t have any feelings for Lucky. He’s a nice guy, but I don’t want to go to bed with him.”
“But do you want to have a baby with him?” I’m afraid I’m getting close to the actual truth of the situation.
She screams at me really loudly this time. “No! Why would I want to do that when I’m already pregnant?!”
The room goes suddenly silent and her eyes bug out of her head. I’m pretty sure mine are bugging out too.
She slaps first one hand and then the other over her mouth and shakes her head. Tears stream out of her eyes.
I step closer to her and take her wrists, pulling her hands away from her mouth. “Did you just say you’re pregnant?” I’m speaking softer now, because I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want the entire warehouse to know her situation, even though she just screeched it out like a war eagle.
She nods.
I reach up and wipe the tears off her face as best I can. It’s not easy because they keep coming. “Does Ozzie know?”
She shakes her head no.
“Is there any particular reason why you’re not telling him?” I can’t imagine Ozzie being anything but thrilled to hear this news.
She nods but doesn’t explain further.
I shake her gently. “You’re really not going to make me guess, are you? You’re slobbering tears all over the place. I’m going to need a towel soon. Just tell me.”
She drops her chin to her chest. “I don’t want to say it out loud. It’s already bad enough that it’s in my head.”
I push her down into her seat and then roll my chair right in front of hers and sit in it. We’re knee to knee, and I’ve got both her hands in