Page 45 of An Unexpected Encounter

Selena: Shouldn’t you be working saving lives and all that shit?

Jay: We are just on a break

Zeke: Have you been able to eat anymore?

Me: Are you still getting sick? We can come by in the morning

She doesn’t need to know we already plan to do that. We’re going to pack a bag and take her home with us. Then we’re going to make sure she calls her doctor and gets an appointment.

Selena: Meh. If I don’t move eat or drink anything then I’m peachy keen.

Me: Do you need one of us to come there?

Me: We can talk to our captain and see if one of us can leave.

Selena: No don’t do that

Zeke: What about Sam?

Zeke: He should be here taking care of you instead of on a vacation.

Got to hand it to Zeke. He’s not going to let it rest. We know she’s lying about her relationship with Sam, but let’s see if she takes the bait he’s throwing out there and confesses, or if she’s going to continue with the lie.

Selena: Sam is fine. He’s my boyfriend not my husband. Besides it’s a stomach bug not a terminal illness.

Selena: I am capable of taking care of myself. Now go back to work. Save some lives. Rescue some cats from trees. Isn’t that what firemen do anyways?

Me: Princess has some jokes but we’ll let you go

Jay: Bye Babygirl!

Zeke: Sweet dreams Cupcake. I’ll make sure to cuddle that rescued kitten to my bare chest and send you a picture.

She doesn’t respond, but I don’t expect her to.

Our plan to wear Selena down until she falls head over heels in love with us and ditch this pretend boyfriend story is in full effect.

I’ve barely slid my phone back into my pocket before the alarms go off, alerting us to another call.

Chapter 20

Selena

Idrop my phone in my lap and cover my face with my hands as I shake my head. The three of them are going to be the death of me.

There was an instant attraction when I met each of them. Granted, at the time I thought Jay was Zeke, but there was still a draw to him. How I didn’t see the differences between the two of them is still a mystery.

In a perfect world, I’d be with them, all three of them, if they would have me because I can’t choose.

But fate weaved a nasty web, connecting our lives through family, adding a roadblock that I don’t see a detour around.

My hands find their way to my belly, rubbing it. Two small lives grow inside of me and I don’t know what to do.

Telling this bombshell of news could have devastating results. I could rip a family apart. Mom would be pissed, but it’s the relationship between Abel and his sons that I’m more worried about.

Mom never cared for me, and since Dad died, it’s been a relationship of necessity, meaning she only contacted me when it benefited her. Sometimes I wonder if she regrets having me. If I kept her from the life she wanted.

My phone rings and I pick it up, seeing Mom’s name flash on the screen.

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