Page 61 of Beautiful Killer

I care what happens to you, Sunny.

They didn’t tell you they cared, either.

I was feeling all these things when I replied to his text. Why would I do that? I fired back.

I read it over a few times. Yep, it definitely sounded bitchy. I shook off the niggling guilt. Confusion mixed with a constant clawing lust, and now fear of what the doctor might tell me, could do that to a girl. If I was being a bitch, it was his own damn fault for being so damned confusing. His reply took longer this time. Finally, my phone beeped.

Text me when you’re done. I’m picking you up.

Again, with the bossy crap. No, “would you like me to pick you up?” Oh no. And what did him picking me up mean? Did it mean he was spending another night with me? Did I want that? Did I even have a choice? I didn’t really think booty calls worked this way. He was spending every night with me, not leaving in the night like he used to, but actually sleeping with me. There was snuggling involved and sweet kisses good morning and goodbye.

I growled under my breath.

God, now I was growling like him. Though, I wasn’t really complaining about those growls. They did things to me, very good things. I snatched up a magazine from the little table beside me. My mind whirled, throwing everything at me, anything to stop me from thinking about why I was here.

It was after six by the time I got in to see Dr. Evans. She smiled when I walked in. “Take a seat.”

“Thanks for fitting me in.”

“No problem.” She tapped at her keyboard. “So you said you’ve been throwing up?”

“Yes.”

“Any other symptoms? Fever, aches and pains?”

“I’ve been more tired lately.”

“Right.” She tapped at her keyboard again.

“I took a pregnancy test,” I said.

She looked up.

“It was positive,” I whispered, the words even having trouble leaving my lips. “It can’t be right, though, can it? You know the chances of me getting pregnant are unlikely.” Dr. Evans knew my medical history, that the chances of me ever conceiving were extremely low.

She tilted her head to the side, eyes softening. “Unlikely, but not impossible.” She tapped at her keyboard some more. “We can do another test here.”

“Can we do a blood test?” I asked. I wouldn’t believe anything else.

“Of course. How many periods have you missed, Sunny?”

My periods had always been extremely irregular. It wasn’t unusual for me to miss one or two. “One, I think.”

She nodded, did some more typing.

Fifteen minutes later, she’d drawn blood and I was walking toward the exit. Pregnant. I didn’t even want to think about it being true, refused to expend energy putting myself through an emotional wringer when I knew that blood test would absolutely come back negative. Dr. Evans said I’d have the results tomorrow. I texted Zeke just before I went into my appointment, so wasn’t surprised to see him standing there when I walked out.

He pushed away from the wall he was leaning against and strode right up to me. “You look pale.”

The bitchiness I felt earlier had drained clean away. I was just happy to see him. Maybe that made me weak, but right then I didn’t care. I didn’t want to be alone right then. No, that wasn’t completely true. Being alone I could handle; being without Zeke was what I couldn’t deal with.

“I had some blood drawn. I’m not great with needles,” I said.

“Do they know what’s making you sick?”

I swallowed the lump that immediately formed in my throat. I shook my head. “I should know more tomorrow.”

He took my hand. “Come on. Let’s get you home.”