Page 30 of These Pucking Boys: Part Two

They aren’t, but I don’t need to worry April more.

“Anyway...” April continues. “I bought a ticket to LA online, and Jenny drove me to the airport.”

“How did you pay for your flight?”

She nibbles on her lower lip. “I used Mom’s credit card.”

“She’s going to find out.”

April shrugs. “I know, but not until she sees the statement. And she won’t get too mad if I tell her I was worried about you.”

Sadly, Mom will totally buy that excuse, especially when April bats her pretty baby blue eyes at her. I don’t begrudge her. We all spoiled April, and I’d rather not worry Mom with the truth. She’ll blame herself if she finds out her baby girl isn’t a baby anymore.

“April... I have to tell Mom and Dad that you’re here.”

Her eyes bug out. “You can’t!”

“I can. I won’t tell them the reason. We can go with your excuse.”

She nibbles on her lower lip. “But... what about my problem? Where can I take a proper test that’ll be accurate?”

“I can bring you to my doctor tomorrow.”

“Really?”

“Yes. We’ll call Mom and Dad once we’re back in my apartment.”

Guilt shines in her eyes. “I’m sorry I bugged your friend. Mom always sends her Christmas cards, so I had the address, and I didn’t have your new one. I was afraid that if I called you from the airport, you’d make me take the next flight back home.”

“Why would you think that?”

“You’re Miss Perfect, June. You never break the rules. Mom always says you’re the perfect daughter.”

My chest becomes tighter. I doubt Mom would keep thinking that if she finds out I have three boyfriends.

“I’m not perfect. And I wouldn’t turn my back on you, April.”

“Thank you.”

Katrina joins us in the living room and asks, “Everything okay?”

“Yes. We’re going back to my apartment now. Thanks for helping.”

“Happy to.”

“May I use your bathroom before I go?” April asks.

“Of course, hon. It’s the second door to your right down the hallway.”

“Thanks.”

Once April leaves, Katrina moves closer and asks softly, “What was the fuss all about?”

“Boy trouble.”

I don’t want to tell Katrina about the possible pregnancy until we get the test results.

She arches a brow. “Only one boy in the equation?”

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