Page 51 of Inked Devotion

“I don’t think so, more that we have no plans, and they probably have more plans, so we can make it a family interrogation. Before we escape.”

“Escape. Escape sounds good.”

I let out a breath and then helped her stand up, before I looked at her then, and I did my best not to want more.

Because that wasn’t in the cards, we were going to be parents, not lovers.

We had enough on our plates without adding that.

At least that’s what I told myself.

Chapter 13

Benjamin

Ilooked over at Brenna before I picked up my coffee. She stared at me, her eyes a little glazed as she drank her decaf tea and blinked.

It was the day after the Montgomery dinner, and I still felt as if we hadn’t truly left. Perhaps we were still there, listening as everyone spoke at once, with so many questions and very few answers.

“We left. We just left.”

I shook my head at Brenna’s words, took another sip of my coffee. Brenna had come over that morning soon after I had woken up, without either one of us saying that she needed to come over. I had been planning on going over to her house, but I had wanted to give her time to wake up. Obviously, that hadn’t been needed for either one of us, considering she hadn’t slept, and neither had I.

“You were sick. I took you home. And yes, we ran. Ran like hellfire was behind us, and we did not want to have to deal with the questions.”

She looked up at me then and snorted. “Sometimes your humor escapes me.” She narrowed her eyes, her lips twitching into a smile.

“Sometimes, my humor doesn’t make any sense. I don’t think I was being funny. There might’ve been actual flames shooting at us.”

“Maybe only flames shooting at me. I defiled the final Montgomery.”

I nearly spit out my coffee. “You think you defiled me?” I thought back to that evening, that sweaty night of kisses and touching and everything, and swallowed hard. “You’re right. It was all you. You totally defiled innocent me. I had been a virgin. A sweet innocent virgin that had never laid eyes on breasts before.”

She tossed her wadded-up napkin at me, and I caught it, shaking my head. “Jerk. Seriously though, everybody looked so confused. I don’t blame them as I’m still confused as to how it happened.”

“It did happen. We can’t take it back.”

“I don’t want to. I don’t think.” She frowned as she said it and then put her hand over her stomach. It was still flat, since she wasn’t that far along, and I swallowed hard, my instincts kicking into gear.

“I’m not ready for this at all. You probably read all the books and know what’s going to happen. I know nothing.”

“You’ll catch up. You’re smart. I have books. So many books.”

I shook my head. “And you’ll give me titles? Names? I’m going to need a list. Hell, Paige probably already has a binder for us.”

Brenna looked at me before we both burst out laughing. “You know, you’re not even kidding. Now she probably has a day planner for how you’re going to look these next nine months.”

“I’m sure she already picked out the baby’s college. Hell. I don’t even know when I’m ever going to fall asleep again, and she probably already has this down.”

She bit her lip. “It’s fine. We’ll figure it out. I was going to figure it out on my own, and now we’ll do it together. Just nottogether.”

I swallowed hard, ignoring the odd feeling of disappointment, because this was for the best. Us not being with one another as we dealt with the ramifications of what had happened.

“I need to head into work; I have a big cake coming in today that I need to work on, and I need to start training my replacements.”

“Oh shit, yeah. Because you are your own boss.”

“And my maternity leave means that I might lose business if I’m not careful and plan ahead. Maybe I do need Paige to work for me.”

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