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The morning. Way to be vague. To maintain control.
A small rustling comes over the line before short, panicked breathing takes its place. “Harper?
“Yeah, Sunny. Are you okay?”
“Yeah. You know me.” She sounds worse for wear but alive and healthy. No immediate pain in her voice. “I make do.”
She sucks in a staggering breath that niggles at my heart.
“It’s not him, it’s?—”
Click.
35
HARPER
It takes a while for the men to voice their opinions, their concerns, their objections, and once they’re done, I meet every one of their gazes with my glower. Each of them look darker than the last.
“I’m going.” They’ll have to figure it out, or they won’t. Either way, I’ll be there. I will not let Sunny down.
For once, they don’t argue with me. They simply put me to bed. And after a small hesitation, they crawl in with me.
I nap between them, feeling the most safe I ever have. But it doesn’t let me drop into a deep and restful sleep.
But their breathing is even, their bodies warm enough that we don’t need any covers.
Grant’s hand is in my hair. Trent’s arm is around my waist, and Oliver’s tangled in my legs.
The longer I lay there, the more antsy I get. If I twitch too much, I’ll wake one of them, and they’re the ones who have to be at the top of their game tomorrow, so I slip out from between them as smoothly as I’m able.
Which is not all that smoothly. I can simply claim a need to pee, which is also true.
It’s always true, honestly.
But this pee is a little more important. Because I’m late. Like more than a week late. And since I’m not particularly regular even with birth control, thinking I’m actually late, like there’s real possibilities brewing, has my brain on overdrive.
It’s just one more impossible situation tacked on to ten others.
The process of unraveling myself is slow.
They’re all still sleeping when I stand at the end of the bed, or at least, it seems that way.
I sneak off to the bathroom to take the pregnancy test waiting in my bag.
It was the other reason I met Sunny so early. She snuck it to me before we went to the investor’s floor. I didn’t want the guys to witness me buying one and give me the third degree, and I didn’t have access to it while I was locked in Grant’s office.
My work bag was still stuffed in my locked desk drawer.
I’m lucky I got it before we fled the building.
I pee on the stick and set a silent alarm, trying not to twitch and tap my foot as I wait.
It feels sucky to hide this, but I wouldn’t be able to stand their disappointment. Not right now. Not after I got Sunny kidnapped.
She may have sounded like a tired version of her sunshine self, but I can’t imagine what they might be doing to her for trying to get me a message.
It doesn’t bode well for my decision-making skills. What if I am pregnant? What kind of mom does that mean I will be?
