Page 96 of Embracing the Beat
“I was. I am. But at lunch yesterday, I got to thinking that I should have started my period by now.”
I clench my jaw as I think about how long she’s been home. How long we’ve been doing what we’ve been doing. And no, she hasn’t had her period in the last month.
“What at lunch reminded you of that?” I ask with a sneer. “The presence of Jax Bryant?”
Confusion draws her brows in, and her big doe eyes jump to mine in question.
“What about Jax?” she asks slowly.
“He was there. At your lunch. The one you told me was with an attorney named Michael.”
I don’t bother to phrase it as a question, since she and I both know the truth.
“He was.” She doesn’t bother to ask me how I know.
“Why?”
“He co-owns Arrhythmic.”
“What does that have to do with anything? You told me you were going to LA to meet an entertainment attorney about getting out of your contract with Reverb.”
“Michael—Mike—he’s Nick’s father-in-law and has known Jax for forever.”
“It still doesn’t fucking explain why he was there,” I grind out.
“He and Nick were there when Meredith asked Mike to help me. And both have histories with Reverb.”
She doesn’t break eye contact, but I still can’t help but suspect I’m not getting the full story.
And it damn sure doesn’t explain the box she’s holding against her chest like a life preserver.
“Did you know he was going to be there?” I ask.
“No.”
“And now you think you’re pregnant?”
Fire dances in her eyes, and her nostrils flare as her own anger comes to the forefront. “I threw up my lunch again. Right after eating it. That, added to the month of no period, is why I think I might be pregnant.”
“Could be a stomach bug,” I tell her. It sounds so stupid because if she had a stomach bug, she would have been sick more consistently over the last week.
She snorts her disbelief. “So that explains me throwing up twice in the last five days? Or how about that I haven’t had a period in over a month?”
I lift my hand, rubbing at my neck, embarrassed she’s seeing reason and I’m not.
She reaches over, shutting off the shower. The sudden silence is so deafening I can hear my heartbeat.
“Are you going to take that?” I point to the box, disrupting the quiet that feels like a tomb.
Maybe it is.
“Not with you standing there,” she snarks.
My lips twitch with a smile at her sass, even though everything is crumbling around me.
“Like I haven’t seen you naked. Or had my dick so far inside you I forgot where I ended and you began.”
Pink flushes her cheeks, but fire dances in her eyes.
