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“Ready for the next adventure?” I ask Millie, her hand still in mine.

She looks up at me with a smile. “Always.”

Chapter Thirty

Declan

Chapter Thirty-One

Chase

It’s been a week since Millie had that run-in with Ryan and I can tell it’s still bothering her. She’s been more distant than usual, her smiles not reaching her eyes, and I’m starting to worry. That’s why I suggested a motorcycle ride and a fancy dinner tonight. Maybe a change of scenery and a bit of excitement will do her good.

“Hey, Millie,” I say, handing her a helmet as we head toward my bike. “You ready for some wind in your hair?”

She takes the helmet with a hesitant smile. “Sounds like exactly what I need right now.”

I help her onto the bike and we take off, the city lights blurring as we ride through the streets. The cool night air seems to lift her spirits a little and I can see her relaxing, if only a bit. We headout of the city and into the countryside, where the air feels fresh and the stars are brighter.

When we finally pull up to the restaurant, it’s this fancy, tucked-away place with a great view of the river. I park the bike and we walk in, the soft lights and elegant décor a sharp contrast to the wild ride we just had.

“This place is amazing,” Millie says, looking around in awe. “How did you find it?”

“I’ve got my secrets,” I tease, grinning. “Let’s get a table and order some food.”

We sit down and start looking at the menu. I notice Millie seems more relaxed now, her tension melting away with each passing minute.

We order shrimp to start with and the conversation flows easily. She starts to laugh more, her eyes lighting up like they used to. But then, halfway through the meal, she suddenly goes pale.

“Hey, you okay?” I ask, noticing her sudden change in color.

“Yeah,” she says, her voice shaky. “Just give me a second.”

Without another word, she gets up and heads toward the bathroom. I watch her go, feeling a knot in my stomach. What the hell is going on?

Minutes later, she returns, looking even more anxious than before. Her face is flushed, and she seems to be on the edge of a full-blown panic attack.

“Chase,” she says urgently, sitting down and grabbing my hand. “What’s the date today?”

“Uh, it’s the fifteenth,” I reply, confused. “Why?”

Her eyes widen in terror. “Oh my God, it’s the fifteenth. That means I’ve been hooking up with you guys for weeks now. What if…what if I’m pregnant?”

I’m stunned. “Pregnant? Millie, I don’t—”

“Please, just take me to a grocery store,” she says, her voice breaking. “I need to get a pregnancy test.”

I can see the panic in her eyes and it makes my heart ache. I stand up, trying to keep my own fear in check. “Okay, okay. We’ll go to the store. Let’s get out of here.”

We leave the restaurant quickly and I drive us to the nearest grocery store. Millie is quiet, her anxiety palpable. We pull into the parking lot and I take her hand, trying to offer some comfort.

“I’ll go in with you,” I say, squeezing her hand. “Let’s get this sorted out.”

She nods, her face pale but resolute. We head inside, and Millie grabs a few pregnancy tests from the pharmacy section. Her hands are shaking as she picks them up, and I’m right there beside her, trying to offer any support I can.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask softly, my heart pounding with worry.

“I don’t know,” she says, her voice trembling. “I just…I need to know.”

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