Page 134 of Driven Daddy

“Rita, I can go with you.”

I shook my head. “I’ll make it up to you for cleaning up.”

“Rita,” she whispered furiously.

I spared a look at Penn, then I took off while his attention was still on the same guy. I snagged my purse and headed down the hallway that led to the receiving bay. I rushed down the stairs to my car, hopped in, and took off.

When I checked the rearview mirror, Penn was standing on the loading dock, exasperation lining his face as he put his hands on his hips.

I kept driving. This was what was best right now.

I had to believe that.

My next problem was the fact that so many people in Crescent Cove were actually starting to recognize me. Buying a pregnancy test was as good as skywriting that I was having a baby with Penn.

One good thing about New York City was the anonymity.

Right about now, I’d love some of that.

My phone buzzed from beside me in my purse. I ignored it, knowing it had to be Penn. I forced myself to go the speed limit. All I needed was his brother to pull me over right now.

I wouldn’t put it past Penn to sic Christian on me.

An excruciating ten minutes later I was on the other end of Main Street heading toward the lake. There was a small general store near the liquor store. In a town like Crescent Cove, I had to believe they’d stock pregnancy tests by the dozen.

I parked and felt like I was going to buzz right out of my skin.

How the hell had this happened?

Six dozen orgasms that’s how, Rita.

I rested my head on the steering wheel. We’d been careful every time except the last one, and I sure as hell wouldn’t be pregnant in a week.

Though the Masterson DNA seemed to be of the potent variety based on the sheer number of kids between the four siblings.

But still—hello, science.

“You can do this.”

I hoped.

My phone buzzed again, and I pulled it out with a sigh.

Penn:

where the hell did you go?

you aren’t getting those tests without me, are you?

you know that’s not fair, right?

I closed my eyes.

Of course it wasn’t fair.

But was it fair for him to have upend his life if I was just late? It’s not like I hadn’t been stressed and happy at the same time. Did my body even know the difference?

I could totally be late.

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