Page 57 of Good Boy

“There was no baby!” I shout.

She freezes. Silence falls between us, a long, tense silence during which I want to smack myself for opening my big mouth. Fucking hell. Why’d I have to go and say that?

Maybe she didn’t hear?

Yeah, dumbass, she didn’t hear the Godzilla roar that just rocked the Hum-hum.

“What do you mean, there wasn’t a baby?” Confusion etches her pretty features. “But…I heard your sister say that your baby would have been four next month. And how Brenna’s kid and Molly’s kid would have been cousins. I swear I didn’t mishear that, Blake.”

I exhale slowly. “You heard right, okay? But you heard wrong.”

“Is that a riddle?” She sounds exasperated. “I don’t understand. Why would—” Jess gasps so loudly that I actually jump in my seat. “Oh my God! She’s lying to your family?”

“Can we please drop this?” I lean over and tap the steering wheel. “Just drive us home already.”

Jess isn’t listening to me. She looks aghast, biting her bottom lip as she studies my face. “Why does your family think you and your ex were going to have a baby?”

“You’re really not gonna let this go?”

“No.”

I clench my fists against my knees. “They think it because that’s what Molly told them. Because that’s what she told me. The start of my rookie year in the pros, she told me she was pregnant.” I fix my gaze out the windshield. “And she lied, okay? She wasn’t preggers, but she said she was three months along, and, you know, that’s when you’re allowed to start shouting it from the rooftops, so I told my family right after I found out. Mol and I were engaged at that point, so they were as thrilled as I was.”

“You were engaged?” Jess blurts out.

“Had a date set and everything.” I snort. “But I guess that wasn’t enough of a commitment. Not to her.”

“I…don’t get it.”

“Not much to get,” I mutter. “She didn’t like all the attention I was getting from other girls. You know how it is—hockey players are gods. It’s like a buffet of hot girls. Not that I ever sampled the buffet.” I swallow down a wave of bitterness. “I’m not a fucking cheater.”

Jess wrinkles her forehead. “Did Molly think you were cheating?”

“She was scared I would. Didn’t matter how many times I reassured her, she didn’t believe I’d keep my dick in my pants. We were getting married, for fuck’s sake, but nope, she still couldn’t trust that I’d stick around.” I fight my rising anger. “So she came up with a way that I’d have to stick around.”

I stop abruptly, pissed at myself for laying all this shit at Jess’s feet. It’s ancient history, and there’s no reason to dredge it all up. Molly and I aren’t together anymore. So what if I still see her around sometimes. So what if I’ve told my family a lie or two. As long as I don’t think about it too hard, it can’t make me angry.

“When did you find out she wasn’t pregnant?”

“She said she had a sonogram appointment. I was supposed to be on the road, but a snowstorm in Vancouver meant our flight couldn’t take off. So I surprised her at the doctor’s office.”

“And she wasn’t there?” Jess guesses.

“Oh, she was.” I can still picture the freaked-out look on her face when I walked into that waiting room. “But there was no sonogram, because there was no pregnancy. She’d made an appointment to ask her gynecologist for fertility meds.”

Jess gasps. “She’s infertile?”

“No idea.” I throw my hands up. “All I know is that she was trying to make her lie into a reality. As soon as she started sputtering excuses, I knew what had happened. I’d gotten a weird vibe off her when she said she wanted to stop wrapping the weasel.”

“Wrapping… Oh.” Jess rolls her eyes.

“She pulled the goalie.” Five years later, I still almost can’t believe it. Who does that?

“Who does that?” Jess asks.

“Someone who is willing to lie to me.”

“So what did you do? How could you not dump her on the spot?”

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