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“Do you miss that?”

“What?”

“Traveling with them when you’re not working?”

He drags me around his body so we’re chest-to-chest, then grabs my face. “The only thing I miss is you when I’m not here.” He brushes his mouth against mine, then his hands move from my face to my back and down to my ass. “What time is your doctor’s appointment?”

“Noon.” He glances at the clock on the microwave, and I look at it too. It’s 9:30 a.m., so I still have plenty of time before I have to leave. “What are you doing?” I laugh when my stomach is suddenly in his shoulder and the room is upside down.

“I’ll show you in a second.” He carries me to the bedroom and slides me back down his front and lets me fall back on the bed. Straddling his waist, I look down at his gorgeous face as I rest my hands on his chest.

Moving his hands up my waist he slides my shirt up and I lift my hands to help as he takes it off.

“I thought you were going to show me something.” I shift my hips and his cock that is hard as steel presses against me through the thin material of his shorts.

“I’m getting there, don’t rush me.” He cups my breasts that are extremely tender. Sliding my hands down his chest I push up on my knees to give myself room and slip my hand into his shorts.

“You’re taking too long.” I wrap my fist around him and pull him free, slowly sliding my hand up and down his length watching his jaw get tight. Lifting up he captures my mouth and covers my hand with his and pressing the tip of his cock inside me.

“Alright, baby girl.” His fingers curl around my hip and he pulls me down on his length causing my breath to catch. By the time he’s done with me, neither of us have time to do anything but shower before it’s time to leave.

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Sitting on one of the leather chairs in the small room I’m in, I smile at the text I just got from Walker, letting me know there is an older lady flirting with him in the waiting room, so I should hurry up unless I want to be single.

“Hanna.” Dr. Shelly knocks as she steps into the room, the smile she had earlier when I showed up for my appointment nowhere in sight.

“Is everything okay?” I ask her tucking my phone into my bag as she grabs the back of the chair across the room and rolls it toward me.

“I hope so.” She takes a seat in front of me. “When you came in, we took a urine sample.”

“Yeah,” I agree.

“The pregnancy test we did came back positive.”

“What?” My stomach bottoms out. “I must have heard you wrong. There is no way I could be pregnant. I’m on birth control.”

“You were.”

“I was what?”

“You were on birth control. You never scheduled the appointment for your last shot. Unless you went somewhere else to get one.”

“Oh my God.” I hold my hand against my chest that suddenly feels tight—way too tight. She’s right. I had it written on my calendar and a reminder set in my phone but never made the appointment. I wasn’t having sex or was even interested in having sex with anyone, thanks to my no-dating rule. I put it off for so long that I forgot all about it, and never once did I remember when Walker and I started having sex without protection.

I’m so stupid, so very stupid, and he’s going to hate me and think I did this on purpose. “Oh, God, I’m going to puke.” I lean over the garbage can she shoves at me and heave into it.

“Better?” she asks softly after a couple of minutes.

“Yeah,” I lie, wiping my mouth with the tissue she hands me. “Are you sure the test is right?”

“Yes.” Her expression fills with sympathy. “I did two more tests when the first came back positive.” My eyes slide closed. “I’d like to do an ultrasound, if that’s okay with you.”

“Today?”

“If you have time.”

“Okay,” I agree, and she gets up, leaves, and comes back a few minutes later, rolling a machine in.

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