Page 100 of Agony of Our Regret

Yeah, because the team leads were grandma and grandpa to my baby, and she knew that.

“She said bed rest,” Noah reminded me. “That means no work.”

“I have a desk job,” I shot back. “I can do it from my bed.”

“How about you limit your hours, and if anything stressful comes up, you pass that on to a colleague?” she compromised.

I nodded. “I can do that.”

“Good, I’ll see you again on Tuesday.”

“Thank you.”

After she left, Noah helped me off the table. I rearranged my clothes, so I was comfortable before walking out with him. We drove home in a waiting taxi, and the second we were back in the elevator, Noah turned to me.

“Please don’t tell the guys we had sex last night.”

I wrapped my arm around his waist. “She said that wouldn’t have caused the bleeding. It was a fluke, bad timing.”

His eyes pleaded with me. “Still, they’ll each say something, and now that you’re not allowed to do anything, they’ll blame me.”

Even if it wasn’t logical, he was probably right.

“Okay, fine.”

We were about to walk into a room of stressed-out men. I didn’t need to add any fuel to the fire.

TWENTY-ONE

Not unlike a prisoner,I was allowed release time once a week.

For an hour.

Supervised.

No strenuous activities, like walking more than a block.

No risk taking, like walking more than a block.

No lifting or holding anything over ten pounds.

I didn’t care that it was freezing out or that my feet barely cramped into my fuzzy boots.

It was an hour outside of the apartment I was beginning to loathe. Who picked out modern, boring furniture? Who chose gray? For everything? Whose bright idea was it to put the bathroom so freaking far from the bed?

The guys parents took turns coming by to keep me entertained or distracted. I appreciated the company, and the gifts of snacks and beauty goodies. I was getting quite skilled at applying face masks without a mirror.

But today was Gwen’s turn, and she was springing me out of this place!

I was ready on the couch, coat and boots on, thirty-minutes before she was supposed to arrive.

“Are you sure about this?” Gavin asked.

“Yes.” I tried not to let my annoyance into my voice.

“I was talking to Luca.”

I glared at them.

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