Page 3 of Unexpected Delivery

I mean, I think that’s what it is.

A few guys stand around outside of it, watching the two men inside the ropes go at it.

Maybe I should have waited in the car.

An intake desk takes up most of the space across from the door I came in, but it’s empty. Glancing around, I eye the two chairs on this side of the wall that closes in the check-in area. Sitting would be considerably more comfortable than standing, and I’m in the process of pumping myself up to head for them when one of the guys outside the ring whistles.

“Hayes! You’ve got a visitor.” He jerks a thumb in my direction.

Hayes…That’s who Mr. Morris mentioned.

The guys in the ring separate, and the taller man tosses aside the pads he’s holding and pulls out a mouthpiece. He has thick curly brown hair that’s a few inches long on top and shorter on the sides.

Laughing, he says something to the other man and climbs through the ropes.

A squeak fills the air from my flats as I take off for the chairs and carefully lower myself into one.

Every time I sit down lately, I get shooting pains in my cervix. It’s hell, but my last doctor told me it was normal. I plant my hands in my lap, and there’s still no hope of hiding my massive baby belly.

“Uh, hey. Can I help you with something?” the guy who must be Hayes asks, scratching his short brown beard. His long sleeve T-shirt is ringed in sweat, and my nose twitches.

Hayes is an alpha.

There’s no doubt about that.

His physical size gives him away, but so does his scent. He ended what must have been a strenuous workout to come greet me because even his hair is sweaty.

Not to mention, his pheromones are everywhere, and his smell is indescribable.

My nose tugs me forward slightly as my mouth waters, and I huff hits of pheromones.

My face heats.

Oh my god.

I’m like a million months pregnant.

There is no reason my system should be infatuated with how his sweat smells. The scent almost reminds me of the weather right before a bad storm, but if someone had asked me what that smells like before today, I wouldn’t have had a clue how to describe it.

Little crinkles appear at the edges of his deep blue eyes as he studies me. There’s no way he knows I was salivating about his scent, but my cheeks still burn.

Right… He asked me a question.

Refocusing my attention, I point toward the door, although I have no idea why. “My car wouldn’t start, and I met someone named Mr. Morris. He said I could wait in here while he tried to get it running?” It comes out as a question, and my hands fidget for no good reason.

“Of course you can hang out,” he finally says. “Do you want a bottle of water? We also have sports drinks, like Powerade, or coffee, but it’s not decaf.”

“I’m fine, thank you,” I say, praying this conversation ends quickly.

My instincts urge me to tackle him, so I can rub my face all over his sweaty T-shirt, which is so inappropriate that my cheeks burn even hotter.

What is wrong with you?

“Well, I’m Hayes. I’ll be around. If you need anything, just holler.” He gives a tight smile as his gaze drops to my stomach once more.

“Thanks. Arbor.” I point at my chest. “Sorry, it’s a unique name, so I always clarify.”

“It’s a beautiful name.” He smiles, and his deep blue eyes sparkle. “Anyway, let me know if you need anything.”

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