Page 11 of Decidedly With Baby
Hell, what was I thinking? Hooking up with friends was never a goodidea.
Not that I spoke from personal experience, but I’d seen a few friends over the years cross the line and it never endedwell.
If you didn’t count Trent andKelsey.
But there was always one exception to therule.
That was what my head said. My body had other ideas—all which involved my cock buried deep insideHolly.
Get a grip, I told my body. It didn’t listen, getting more excited over the word “grip.” I mentally rolled my eyes at itsreaction.
“How about we go back to my apartment?” Holly suggested against my lips. “Then we can toast tonotbecoming parents, and about you saving my arse by coming to Australia withme.”
At the time it sounded like a great idea. I mean, seriously, what could gowrong?
Right. Famous lastwords.
5
Holly
Back at my apartment,Josh and I settled on the couch with a bottle of white wine and an episode ofGame ofThrones.
Confession time. Believe it or not, we were the only two people on the planet who had never watched the show. My brother Chris had given me the season one DVD last Christmas. The gift had been a joke—if the way he and Simon had laughed when I opened it was anyindication.
Josh and I were just past the part where the young boy—don’t ask me his name, but I figured his family was important—was caught by his mom scaling down the castle wall. She told him off, but not too harshly, then made him promise never to do itagain.
If she had been my mum, she would’ve grounded him for two days—at least. Had teenage me ever climbed out my bedroom window? There was a chance that I had. And there was also a chance I’d done it frequently. Had Mum ever caught me? Not on your life. The CIA would be jealous of my stealth when it came to sneaking out of thehouse.
My phone rang. Now, most people who phoned at two in the morning did so because there was an emergency. Or they were drunk and couldn’t tell thetime.
What was Simon’s excuse? Math was never his best subject, and he kept forgetting that Sydney was seventeen hours ahead of SanFrancisco.
Normally I ignored him and called him back later, but given Mum’s news from a few hours ago and my happybuzz…
“G’day,” I said, answering thephone.
“G’day, long lost sister. I’ve got some goodnews.”
Why did his tone make me think it was far from good news for me? As in, the kind of news that left him laughing hard for the next five minutes. “What’sthat?”
“Since you’re coming home for the funeral, Mum is pushing forward with her plans for you and Wilfred to gethitched.”
Inwardly, I groaned. “And how exactly is that goodnews?”
Simon laughed.Jerk. “Because I’ll be highly entertained watching you squirm your way out ofit.”
“Well, there won’t be any squirming happening. Not from me anyway. And Mum’s crazy if she believes she can get me to marry Wilfred. I bet evenhewouldn’t go forit.”
“Oh, don’t underestimate good old Wilfred. He sounded pretty hot to theidea.”
Really?I remembered him as the dorky kid Simon used to tease. I doubted he’d even want anything to do with any of us afterthat.
“Doesn’t matter,” I said, reaching for my wine on the coffee table. “Mum won’t try to marry me off.” I took a sip of my much-neededdrink.
Simon snickered hisHow-is-it-in-delusional-land?laugh. “And what makes you so sure aboutthat?”
I totally blamed his laugh and the alcohol buzzing through my system for what happened next. It really wasn’t my fault—and I would swear it to my dyingday.
