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When we were all under control, Poet set her cider bottle down and got up again.
“Where are you going?” Wyn asked.
“The hot spring,” she announced. “I’m dunking myself in hopes that the magical healing powers of the spring are real.”
As the sun rose the following morning, Hadley popped out of the tent, upchucking the contents of her stomach. I lazed in my sleeping bag for a moment, but then my stomach rebelled too.
Oh no.
I slid out of my sleeping bag and quickly made it out of the tent barefoot. I found the closest spot I could, and then puked behind a shrub.
Why the morning sickness had to show up now, of all mornings, was anyone’s guess, but what a sense of humor the universe had.
“What’s with all the puking?” Wyn asked as she popped her head out of the tent and rubbed her eyes.
“I’m pregnant,” Hadley snapped.
“Yeah, that I know.” Wyn looked at me. “Then why are you puking?”
“Too much sugar last night,” I lied.
Her gaze narrowed. “Hmm.”
“So much noise!” came Poet’s voice. “It’s early.”
“Yeah, what time is it?” Wyn asked.
“Almost five,” Hadley announced.
“Excuse me?” Wyn screeched. “Five? As in five a.m.?”
“We’re really far north,” I said, standing upright and wiping my mouth. “In the summer it gets light really early and dark really late. The sun didn’t set until nearly nine o’clock last night.”
“Oh crap,” Poet muttered.
“What?” Wyn asked, looking behind her.
“I just got my period,” Poet groaned.
“Time to pack up,” Hadley said.
“This sucks!” Poet yelled.
“Early,” I grumbled. “Loud.”
“You’re one to talk,” Poet snapped.
“Nature,” Wyn said. “Bringing out the best in us.”
“There’s good news,” I said. “The Diner will be open by the time we get back. Let’s pack up and get out of here.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. Poet’s distraction had saved me. But how much longer was I going to be able to keep my secret a secret?
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
The Ranch
“You didn’t,” Hadley said, her mouth dropping open.
