Page 52 of Filthy Savage

“I found out I’m pregnant a few days ago.”

“Oh, shit,” Lilith whispers, leaning closer to the table, her eyes about to fall out of their sockets. “I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine being pregnant at our age. You’re, what, eighteen too?”

“Nineteen,” I correct her. “But yeah, it’s going to be rough. I haven’t decided if I’m going to keep it yet, though. I don’t really have parents to help or anything.”

“My goodness.” Patricia shakes her head, her features twisting with pity. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through. Is the father gonna help?”

My face turns red. I can feel it.

“Well, I was on a trip with my then-boyfriend, and we broke up while we were still away. But I met this guy there and we kinda slept together?” I slap a hand over my face.

“We’re totally not judging!” Patricia says as I look back at them.

“Her boyfriend was a complete douchebag,” Emily adds. “So hopefully he’s not the father and it’s Fionn.”

“Ooh! I love the name!” Lilith’s painted-red lips twine up at the corners. “Tell us all about him!”

And I do. I tell them about his kindness and generosity. How I haven’t been able to forget him or the magical night we shared weeks ago. But that I knew we were from different sides of the tracks and we’d never work.

“You know, my father owns a hotel not far from here,” Lilith says. “And he’s looking for help.”

“Really?” My heartbeats quickens. “What kind of job?”

Uncertainty washes over her features.

“Just tell me. I’m not picky at this point.”

“It’s a housekeeper position at Hotel Thalia. The night shift.” She grimaces. “I’m sorry. I’m sure you don’t want it, but I figured I’d offer.”

At this point, I have no choice but to accept. I have the coffee shop during the day, and then I can work nights at the hotel.

“I’d love the job if your father will have me.”

She grins. “Of course. Let me call him now.”

She gets her phone out, and as soon as he answers, her face lights up.

“Hey, Dad.” Her eyes go to mine. “Oh no, I’m fine. I was just calling because I have this friend who’s looking for work.” She pauses, nodding. “Yep. Can she start next week?” Another pause. “Great! You’re the best. Maybe bump up her salary a bit. I won’t tell.” She laughs, and my heart clenches. I wish I had that. “Love you, Dad. See ya later.”

She drops the phone back on the table, and as the conversation about their classes picks up, my eyes wander around the place.

As they do, I stare out the window to my left. A sharp gasp rolls out of me as my eyes catch sight of a man.

No. Not just any man.

A man who looks just like Fionn.

“Fionn?” I call, getting to my feet as he starts to get into a car.

The girls stop talking, staring up at me as I start to dash toward the exit.

“Fionn!” I scream louder.

Emily calls me, but I barely hear her, making it through the maze of tables to head outside so I can see if it’s really him. If it’s the man I haven’t been able to forget.

But as soon as I make it past the door, the black sports car takes off at lightning speed.

“Fionn!” I wave with both hands to no avail.

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