Page 48 of The Best Friend Problem
But like the champ she was, Pru was already working things out. He could see the calculation in her dark brown eyes. She may be panicking, but she was also strategizing. Practical Pru. Nothing could keep her down for long.
“You ready to go?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah.”
She slid off the table, gaze unfocused as she started to disrobe. Okaaaay, maybe she wasn’t as together as he’d thought. Twenty minutes ago, she just about blew a brain cell at the thought of undressing in front of him. Now she was tossing off the paper gown, mindlessly grabbing for her clothes, as naked as the day she was born, seemingly unaware or uncaring of his presence.
She’s not okay.
Her mind might be grinding behind those beautiful eyes, but it wasn’t planning. Or it was, but it was also freaking out. Big time. He needed to do something. Help her. And it started with grabbing her discarded clothing and helping her into it without ogling her body like the perv she’d earlier accused him of being.
Even if he was a bit pervy.
He tried his hardest not to look, but he remembered how magnificent Pru was in all her naked glory, and it was hard not to sneak a peek. By the tightening in his pants, that wasn’t the only hard thing.
Once she was dressed, he wrapped an arm around her waist and led her out of the exam room, heading to the front desk. Luckily, Pru had enough wherewithal to schedule her next few appointments. Finn made a note in his calendar app to make sure he got his shifts rearranged so he could be there for each one.
He was just being a good friend, making sure he was there if she needed him. That was all.
They left the doctor’s office, Pru still allowing him to guide her, which really had him worried. Pru was never this zombie-like.
When they got to his car, he opened her door, helping her sit and pulling the seat belt around her. She allowed all of it. Very not Pru-like. She had to snap out of it.
“Pru?” He gently cupped her face between his hands. “Talk to me.”
Her gaze finally focused on him, her brown eyes blinking until recognition lit in their dark depths.
“Twins, Finn. Twins!”
He couldn’t stop the small smile from curling his lips. “I know, Precious. But everything will be okay. I promise.”
She snorted. “So like a man to promise something you can in no way be sure of delivering.”
Ah, there she was. His feisty Pru was back.
“I know. Men, ugh! Right?”
She laughed, lightly pushing his shoulder. “Shut up and let’s go.”
Fear receding—now that she seemed to be back to her old self—he shut the door and made his way around to the driver’s side. He knew he was supposed to bring her straight back to work, but he found himself going left instead of right when they pulled out of the office parking lot.
“Finn, where are we going? This isn’t the way home.”
“No,” he agreed. “It isn’t, but we’ve both just had a big shock, and you need food.”
“I had lunch before we left.”
“Pregnant women need extra calories. Think of it as a reward for your overachieving uterus.”
She snorted out a half laugh, half groan. “It’s like my body heard about my fertility issues and my uterus said, ‘hold my beer.’ Silly womb.” Her right hand rubbed over her stomach. “You didn’t have to prove yourself this much.”
Yes, there was that sass! He’d been worried in the doctor’s office when she’d been so docile and spaced out. Not Pru at all. He much preferred her like this, fierce and feisty.
She sighed. “I really should get back to work, Finn.”
“I know, but do you have to go back before enjoying some delicious chili cheese fries?”
From the corner of his eye, he saw her straighten.
