Page 52 of Inked Devotion

“I’m sure she would,” I said softly, before I let out a breath. “We’ll figure it out.”

“I know we will,” she said softly. “We’re not going to have another choice. Eventually, we’re going to have to get answers to your family. And mine.” She paused. “Oh my God, I didn’t even think about telling my family. I was so worried about the Montgomerys I forgot about my family.”

I smiled. “We Montgomerys tend to do that.”

“Well, crap. They’re going to know. They’re going to know precisely when it happened, and they’re going to think somehow they’re behind it.”

“They weren’t, though. It’s just you and me.” I ran my hand down her face, wondering what the hell I was doing.

“That is a lie. It can’t be just you and me. We have two extensive and invasive families. They may be excellent and outstanding and will help us with everything, but they’re not easy.”

“I know. However, we’ll deal with it.”

“I don’t know what ‘deal with it’ means. So, for now, I’m going to pretend that I know what I’m doing. We all know that’s not the case, and then we will figure out what to tell everybody else. They’re going to want more answers than ‘it just happened.’ We don’t know what we’re doing, but we’re going to make a plan.”

“Those are pretty much the words we said, and then we ran out of there.”

“We’re going to need to make it up to Archer and Marc as well.”

That made me wince. “You’re right. I know we were planning on telling my family last night so there would be no more secrets, yet I kind of wish we wouldn’t have. We should have tried to hide it at least another day.”

“Maybe I can bake them a cake. They like cake.”

I played with the edge of her hair, needing to touch her and knowing I shouldn’t. “They do. They love your cake.”

“You didn’t mean anything dirty by that?”

“No, but now I’m thinking dirty things. I’m sorry. You brought it up.”

Her gaze went to my dick, and I groaned, adjusting myself. “That’s not what I meant either.”

“We used to be able to tell dirty jokes without thinking about one another like this.”

“Brenna,” I said, exasperated. “I’ve always had the hots for you. There. I said it. You’re hot. But we’ve been friends, so therefore I’ve never really let myself think beyond that. But I wouldn’t have slept with you if it had never crossed my mind before. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

I knew I was probably saying all of the wrong things, but I couldn’t take it back.

“Well, I guess if we’re being that honest, I’ve thought about it too. And not just because you’re Beckett’s twin. That got weird. I’m not into twins. I swear.”

She looked at me then, and I snorted. “You’d be surprised how many people are.”

“It’s not me. I swear. Now, we’re going to figure this out. Just not now. Then I’m going to make Archer and Marc a cake, and we’re going to apologize for ruining their night.”

“I’d say maybe we’ll help host an engagement party for them, but I think we need to start saving money. College is expensive.”

Brenna’s eyes filled with tears, and I cursed before I went around the island. I hugged her close and kissed the top of her head. I couldn’t help it. This was Brenna.My Brenna. “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I don’t know if it’s hormones or just lack of sleep. But it’s starting to settle in. This is real.”

“As real as it gets.”

My phone buzzed, and Brenna let out a laugh. “It’s Laura. You should probably answer that.”

I cringed. “Oh, God. I forgot, yesterday was their big day.”

“As in?”

“As in, they were going to find out if she’s pregnant or not. Holy fuck.”

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