Page 26 of Break Out

It took him a moment to catch my drift. “You’re pregnant?”

I watched as he worked through a mental calendar. His deer-in-headlights expression shifted to outrage. “That was fast. Is it mine? It’s only been—”

My temper flared and I crossed my arms on my chest. “It’s been almost two months since we split, but well over three months since we had sex, Jordan. So, it isn’t yours.”

“Then whose is it?” he demanded.

My eyes slid to the side. “It doesn’t matter.”

He crossed his arms. “If it’s one of my friends it does.”

With a scoff, I shook my head. “He’s not a student. He was just visiting town, back in December. Why are you here?”

He lowered his arms and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I didn’t know if you got any of my mail. I’m expecting a check from my dad.”

“Sorry, haven’t come across any of your mail. I’ll ask Alexandra when she gets back if she’s seen anything, but I know she would have told me.” I tilted my head. “You could call and ask him to resend it.”

Jordan’s lips curled. “I don’t want to call him. He’d probably insist I meet him at Bike Week or some shit, since that’s coming up.”

“In March, but he wouldn’t make you wait that long, would he?”

He shrugged. “It’s just four weeks away, and it wouldn’t surprise me. Mom said he came looking for me back in December.”

My head reared back an inch. “Oh. Maybe he was the man Ines saw… though she said he wasn’t wearing a cut.”

Shaking his head, he sighed. “Yeah. I don’t know and I don’t care.”

“But you care about his money?” I asked, unable to stop myself.

He rolled his eyes. “It’s complicated. Take care, Simone.”

Alexandra bustled inside with flushed cheeks and her hair falling out of her ponytail in whispy fly-aways. “Ugh. The way you’re looking at me, I have the lion’s mane going on, don’t I? There’s a hot guy moving in downstairs, he said hey, and of course, I look like Simba’s older sister.”

I chuckled. “No. You look fit as a fiddle.”

She gave me some side-eye. “You look even more exhausted than when I left. What gives?”

“Jordan dropped by.”

She aimed wide eyes to the ceiling, then leveled her gaze on me. “Every time his name comes up, I say the same thing these days. Are you shitting me?”

I laughed. “I shit you not, girlfriend.”

“What the hell was he doing here? You didn’t have a quickie with him did you? I hear pregnant women get really horny.”

My lip curled. “No. I didn’t even shake his hand. He came looking for a check his dad sent him. You didn’t find any mail addressed to him in the past few weeks, did you?”

She dipped her chin and arched a brow. “No, but if I had, I’d have set it on fire.”

“Alexandra!”

“What? He had that shit planned back in December, and I don’t care that you gave him the benefit of the doubt, I bet if I befriended Tennyson, I’d get the scoop.” A calculating look hit her eyes. “I should do that any damned way.”

I pitched my voice lower to get her attention. “No, that’s a waste of your time.”

“You’re right. So… Jordan needs dear old dad’s help with money?”

I shrugged a shoulder. “Sounds like it.” I dipped my chin to give her a pointed look. “You know it’s not exactly cheap to go to school here.”

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