Page 119 of Wicked Game (Wicked)

It brought to mind images of all the afternoons and days and nights she’d spent in bed with Hudson, and the fact that she still hadn’t had her period.

Hudson was cutting through traffic on his way back to Becca’s. The sun was rising over a bank of clouds, the promise of a clear day. He followed two motorcyclists riding side by side. “Renee and Scott really were little more than acquaintances.”

“What if she found out something in Deception Bay, or maybe Lincoln City, that tied him to the other murders and he thought he had to get rid of her…”

“You believe that?” he demanded.

“Not really. The police always have a way of rattling me.”

Hudson grunted. “Renee was after a story. It had nothing to do with Scott.”

“But everything to do with Jessie.” Becca’s stomach suddenly nosedived and she sucked in air in a hurry. “Would you mind pulling into the Safeway? I could use a soda.”

“Feeling sick again?”

“Kinda.”

As he nosed into a parking spot, she grabbed hold of the door handle, her knuckles showing white. She hesitated a moment, getting her bearings.

“You’re not pregnant, are you?” he said, half joking.

Becca’s hairsbreadth too long hesitation was answer enough. Hudson stared at her. “Are you? Are you pregnant?”

“Maybe. I don’t know yet.”

“I thought you were on the pill,” he said blankly.

“I wasn’t even thinking about it. I haven’t used birth control since my marriage. I just…” She didn’t know how to explain. She could scarcely explain it to herself.

“But you aren’t sure yet.”

“No. It’s just conjecture. I’ve been meaning to get a pregnancy test, but a lot’s been happening. Maybe I’m not. I mean, maybe I’m just feeling nauseous.” She looked away. “I’m afraid to find out. Afraid it might not be true,” she admitted in a rush.

“You want to be pregnant?”

“Yes.” She was emphatic. “Yes, I’ve wanted a child forever. I didn’t plan this. I didn’t think about it. I was going on emotion…wanting you…” She heard the note of excitement and pleading in her voice and had to turn away. If he didn’t want this, she would understand. She would. She would make herself.

“Well…” he said slowly.

“Well,” she repeated.

“I guess we’d better find out, then.”

She couldn’t read him. “You’re okay with this?”

“I’m just-taking it in.”

She heard something in his voice then, a note of wonder. “Yeah?” she asked uncertainly.

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” she said, watching him closely.

A kid, he thought.

He might actually have a kid.

To raise on the farm where he himself had grown up. He hadn’t planned on it, hadn’t even considered it, but now that the chance for fatherhood was facing him, he felt a surprising buoyancy, a lifting of his spirit. “A kid,” he said aloud. “Our kid.”

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