Page 9 of Last Minute Fiancé

I lowered my hands and looked up at my best friend. “I have no idea what to do either. This is really poor timing.”

“Well, I think it’s the timing that needed to happen.”

I blinked. “Are you trying to spout off sage crap that makes no sense but sounds good so you feel better and in control of the situation?”

Luca nodded. “Of course. It’s how I work with cats who really don’t want anything to do with me. I talk calmly, and then my staff and I tackle the poor thing and hide its little head so it’s not scared anymore.”

I blinked, trying to figure out where he was going with this. “Are you saying I’m an uncontrollable cat with a biting issue?”

Luca smirked, his eyes going dark and smokey. “Oh, I know you like biting.”

I froze for a minute before I snorted and laughed, flipping him off. It was exactly the reaction he wanted because I knew he was trying to relax both of us.

“So, seen any good movies lately?” he asked.

“You know I’ve been working eighty-hour weeks and I don’t know what movies are anymore.”

Luca sat next to me, his hand on mine as we waited. And waited. “You work longer hours than I do, and I don’t get any time off.”

He gestured toward the sleeping elderly collie mix currently on my couch. When Luca had shown up right after I texted him saying it was an emergency, he had the elderly dog with him. I normally wasn’t a pet-on-furniture type of person, but I had seen those wide eyes, and not just Luca’s, and known that Reginald the Fifth needed to have anything he wanted.

“I hate that his owners aren’t here anymore and now Reginald doesn’t have any family but us.”

“I’m not good at family, Luca. I’m good at working, and fighting for what I need. I’m really not good at this.”

“You can be. And we both know Reginald’s sick. We’ll take care of him for his last days so he won’t be alone.”

I blinked tears away. “It’s not fair they don’t get as much time as we do.”

“As is evidenced by Reginald’s parents, time is short for everyone. Reginald’s happy right now. He has people who love him and will make sure he’s comfy. And he’s sleeping on your precious, precious couch that you don’t even let me sit on.”

“That was one time, and you were sweaty from a run. You could have sat in that chair, but no, you wanted to sprawl all over my new couch.”

“And tonight you put sheets on your couch so Reginald would be comfortable. You’re a good woman, Addison. That’s why you’re my friend.”

He squeezed my hand right as my phone buzzed.

We both looked down at the alarm, tension riding us.

No, this wasn’t true. Totally not happening.

But time didn’t lie, it sneered at you, and kicked you in the ass. But it didn’t lie.

I walked into the bathroom, Luca right on my heels, and we looked down.

And saw my world change.

Everything changed.

“Well, fuck,” Luca murmured, bringing me out of the screaming inside my head that wouldn’t stop.

The little window in front clearly said it all.

Pregnant.

I was pregnant.

Single.

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