Page 110 of The Good Girl

“How the heck did you make this look so easy?” I grumble, only just missing peeing on my hand.

“I’m bendy.”

I walk out of the stall and place the test on the counter beside hers. I wash my hands and lean against the wall.

“Says you have to wait for three minutes.”

“I told you, I’m not pregnant. My stomach always acts up when I’m stressed out. With everything going down with the other club and my dad, I swear my head is ready to explode.”

“Well, if you’re right, then this will just be a tiny blip you can forget about. But it’s better safe than sorry.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

She’s quiet for a minute before she grins. “So Havoc has a breeding kink, huh?”

I cover my face and groan. “The man is ridiculous. I’ve heard everything from ‘you can’t get pregnant standing up’ to ‘you can’t get pregnant in the bath because the water is too hot.’ I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be insulted or amused that he thinks he’s pulling the wool over my eyes.”

“Why not just tell him you’re on the pill?”

“Now, where’s the fun in that?”

She shakes her head and chuckles. “Sounds like he might not be the only one with a breeding kink.”

I feel my face flush and swiftly change the subject. “Amity tells me you’ve found a place?”

“Yeah. I’ve put a deposit down, and I’m just waiting for all the checks to come back. Then I can move in. The previous tenant had to relocate in a hurry due to a sick family member needing help, so they’re looking to get someone in as soon as possible.”

“Oh, I’m happy you found somewhere. You’ll invite me over, right? I’m nosy and don’t want you to forget us when you leave.”

“Fat chance of that. For now, I’ll still be working at the pawn shop.” Her smile drops at the mention of that.

“Things still not right with you and Midas?” I venture.

“It’s complicated.”

“It always is.”

She looks at her watch before reaching for the test, her eyes widening before she grins.

“Ha, I told you you were pregnant.” She shoves the test in my face before doing a little jig. “I’m so happy for you. I get to be honorary aunt, right?”

I stare down at the two pink lines and swallow.

“Nevaeh?”

“This isn’t my test Legs. It’s yours.”

She looks at me like I’m joking, but the grin slips off her face when she sees my expression. She snatches the test from me and stares at it in shock for a minute before she tosses it on the counter. She grabs the remaining unopened ones she dumped on the counter when she dragged me in. She carries them to the toilet and closes the door.

I stand there, not knowing what the hell to say. I double-check my actual test and blow out a relieved breath that mine is negative, even though I knew it would be. I chew my lip and wait for Legs to come out. When the toilet flushes and she still doesn’t come out, I realize she’s staying there while she waits for the results.

Five minutes later, still nothing.

I walk into the adjacent stall, climb onto the toilet seat, and stand on tiptoes so I can look over.

Legs is on the floor with her knees pulled up to her chest. Her eyes are laser-focused on the test in her hand. Her hand is shaking so much I’m surprised she can see what it says.

“Legs?”

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