Page 121 of Fight for Me
“Maybe take some time,” I suggest.
“There’s more, Syd. I mean, not with Sean, but more that I need to tell him and you and everyone really, but I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Can you just give me some time?”
Of course I can, although a part of me is champing at the bit to know what she has to tell us. “Can you assure me you’re okay?”
Devney nods. “I am, but it’s … hard to talk about, and I’m not ready yet.”
“I have no room to push anyone to admit something before they’re ready.” My hand moves to my stomach where my secret hid for quite a while.
“Thank you. I need to sort out whatever I’m feeling for Sean and then I can deal with everything else.”
My hand reaches out to take hers and before I can say anything else, I hear a crash in the hall. “Sydney!” Declan’s roar comes from outside my office door.
Great. He came home early. Damn it.
“Can you cover for me?” I ask sheepishly.
She stands and goes out to the waiting area. “Hey, Dec. Long time no see? Aren’t you supposed to be in New York?”
He is quiet for a second. “Hey, Dev, yes, but it seems I have to put a tracking device on someone.”
“Yeah, I could see you doing that.”
I stay quiet, hoping he won’t figure out I’m here.
“Where is she?” Dec asks, a bit of the anger dissipating from his tone.
“Oh, she’s in there.” I hear Devney say as the door flies open. And then I hear her laugh. “Next time don’t lie to me.”
“Lie?” I yell. “What the hell did I lie about?”
“You said you didn’t know you were pregnant when you did.”
I should fire her, but then I’d really be screwed.
Declan steps into the door frame, brow raised, and a look of relief and irritation mixing in those green eyes.Like I’m screwed right now.
I smile at him.
He doesn’t return it. “Really, Syd?”
“What?” I ask innocently.
“You couldn’t help yourself? You couldn’t just stay home?” he says, entering and then tosses a folder onto my desk.
I shrug. “I needed to do some stuff here. Calm down.”
“Calm down? You promised you would stay home and work in the barn so I could go into New York without worrying.”
I smile at him and his loose tie around his neck—the one we had a lot of fun with last night—and his hair, which is pushed back as though he’s run his hands through it a hundred times, and I see love.
“Yes, well, I got bored, and you weren’t supposed to be home until after dinner.”
He looks heavenward and groans.
