Page 133 of Driven Daddy

There was a fair bit ofawws from the crowd of people.

Penn held a hand up. “All right. Enough of that. Don’t want to embarrass my girl.”

Quite a few heads swiveled my way.

I wanted to melt into the floor, but there was a part of me that also wanted to purr.

We’d been careful not to talk about exactly what we were with people.

We didn’t hide that we were together, but we certainly didn’t shout it from the rooftops. We both had been more than happyto stay in our little cottage bubble. There was no doubt that cottage had becomeourson a certain level.

Now things were definitely going to change.

Thankfully, I was pretty sure most of the people who had been part of the workshop were as tired as we were. A few people looked disappointed when Penn started wrapping up, but most seemed ready to end the day.

There were a fair number of writers surrounding him with last-minute questions, but he sent most of them off with happy smiles within a few minutes.

I helped Colette with the discarded packets from people who left things behind. Most took their papers home, and I hoped even more would think about giving writing a real go of it.

I know it had changed my life.

“So, are you going to tell me what was going on in the bathroom?”

I sighed. I knew I couldn’t get away with that whole fiasco from earlier for long. “Let’s just wait until the room’s emptied out,” I murmured.

Her eyebrows skyrocketed. “Oh, boy.”

The more I cleaned, and the more people who left, the more my nerves jittered to the surface again. I wrote about happily ever afters because I’d never had one iota of one.

And now I might ruin it all by rushing things with Penn.

I glanced up at him. He smiled at me and gave me a helpless shrug before he tuned back into one of his fans in front of him.

What I really needed to know was if I was pregnant first. Before I careened into the tempestuous waters of what ifs, I needed the proof.

“Col?”

“Yeah?” She snapped out a bag for the garbage can in front of her.

“Can you possibly bring Penn home?”

She frowned. “Why? Are you feeling sick again?”

“A little. It doesn’t look like he’s going to get away anytime soon. I want to get some…Pepto.”

She gave me a narrow-eyed glare. “Hmm.”

Damn her for being way too intuitive. “Look. I’ll explain everything, I promise.”

Or I’d just run for the hills—or rather the streets.

Penn couldn’t leave me if I left him first.

Even at the thought, my whole system locked up.

I didn’t want to do that.

But I had to know—that was the first step in all of this mess. The only step I could concentrate on right now.

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