“OK. So, we’ll get you a test tomorrow and see what that says.”
Rylee was shaking her head. “The irrational emotions. The throwing up. It makes sense. But the timing doesn’t seem right either.” She paced.
“Ace, stop. Come here. There’s nothing to do right now. And if you are pregnant, we’ll deal with it then.”
He sounded calm, but deep down he was fucking terrified. And excited. And a number of other emotions he couldn’t quite define.
“Easy for you to say,” she muttered as she dropped back down on the bed. “You’re not the one who might have a bun in the oven.”
He laughed. “No, but I might be the one who put the bun there.”
Then he had a thought he didn’t want to think about but needed to. “It would be my bun, right?”
Rylee rolled to face him. “Yes. Definitely yes. If there’s a bun, you’re definitely the baker. God, this is a fucked-up metaphor, and it’s making me hungry.”
She squeezed her eyes shut as if trying to block out the thoughts. He rested a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. “We’ll figure this out. If you’re hungry, I’ll feed you. But if you’re not, let’s try to get some sleep.”
They agreed to turn out the lights and try to sleep. For Memphis it was a fitful sleep, but Rylee seemed to sleep peacefully. He woke her at six to get ready for the flight. On the way to the airfield, he asked the driver to stop at a drugstore.
“Do you want me to go in and get it?” he asked.
Rylee looked horrified. “God no. What if someone recognizes you?”
He chewed on his lip. “Good point. Todd, will you go in and purchase two pregnancy tests? Just get the most expensive ones. That usually means it’s the best, right?”
He honestly didn’t know. There was no reason for him to know these things.
Todd surprised him by saying, “Actually, most doctor’s offices use the cheap ones.”
Memphis blew out a breath. “OK. Get one of each that they have, then.”
Rylee smacked him. “Memphis, this is embarrassing. I can go in myself.”
Memphis shook his head. “No. You’ve been in the press too. That would be just as bad as someone recognizing me.”
She stuck her lip out in an irritated pout but nodded and sat back against the seat.
Todd hopped out of the car without another word and went into the drugstore.
When he returned, he handed the bag to Rylee who turned a bright shade of red. “I’m so sorry he made you do that,” she muttered as she snatched the bag.
Todd grinned. “It’s fine, Miss Colton. It’s not the strangest thing a client has asked me to do, and I’ve got four kids at home. I’ve bought plenty of tests for my wife.”
That seemed to put Rylee at ease as Todd started the engine and drove them the rest of the way to the airport. On the plane, Rylee tucked the bag under a seat and curled up in one of the large seats, reclining it for a nap. He wanted to make her go take a test, but he had a feeling that was something men weren’t supposed to do, so he left her alone.
Instead, he focused on what he was going to say to Jeremy when he confronted him. He had half a mind to fire him and find a new attorney, but he’d been working with Jeremy for almost as long as he’d been partners with Andrew, and he didn’t like the idea of losing two long-time friends in such a short time. But if Jeremy didn’t have a satisfactory explanation for his actions, Memphis would need to rethink that.
They were only in the air for just over an hour before they were touching down in Phoenix.
Memphis held Rylee’s hand as they walked from the plane to the waiting car. Inside, Memphis turned to her.
“Do you want to come straight to the office with me or go to my place and sleep some more? I can have you sit in on some of my afternoon interviews.”
Rylee shook her head. “I’m fine. I just want to be there when you talk to Jeremy.”
“What about the tests?” he asked, resisting the urge to order her to take one. It seemed unwise to order a woman to pee on a stick. Even if she was his submissive.
She shook her head. “Later. I don’t want to think about that right now. Let me focus on something I can actually have an effect on. We’ll worry about whether you knocked me up later.”