Page 86 of Twins For My Pucking Fake Fiancé

She widens her eyes, but in the very next second, bobs her head in agreement. Smiling at me, she wraps her arms around mine.

“Of course! It’s not safe for you to go out alone!” she says.

“Uh, I’m pregnant, not sick, Bree! It’s not like it’s contagious!” I reply.

“Oh, that’s not what I mean!” Bree says with concern. “I mean about the mobsters and all!”

I roll my eyes. Harvey spoke too much to that journalist, and now I’m sure we are going to pay for it, somehow.

“Yeah… It’s tough,” I say, dismissing the subject once and for all.

We hit the pharmacy a few blocks away, where I take the few drops of the medicine and begin to feel a lot like a human being again.

Once we get back to the stadium, the guys are about to go on a break, and I get ready to welcome Harvey back into my arms after two whole days of separation.

He comes to me, eager, removes his helmet and his mouthguard, and kisses me, sweaty and disgusting, but so loving all I want is to die in that kiss.

“How’ve you been?” he asks, smiling, his eyes full of wonder about my whereabouts.

“Sick,” I feel my stomach, and he places his hand on top of mine.

“Bree went with me to get some medicine, because apparently I need an escort while going out, with the mobsters following us and everything!”

He goes to his usual reaction when confronted with surprising news, and just blinks profusely, unsure of where to go from there.

“I’m trying to be strong, and I do feel safer with all the protection around us, but I’m worried and scared, Harvey. If you win the game tomorrow, then the Stanley Cup games will be over. They said to announce your retirement before then. What if they do something to you tomorrow? Aren’t you concerned?”

Harvey punches the air, full of anger and spite, and I shake my head with my hands rubbing my temples, and a heavy heart.

“What do we do now?” I ask him, the fear coming through in my voice.

Harvey holds my hand, squeezing it tight to offer me security and it does make me feel better.

He says, “Let’s keep eyes and ears peeled for anything suspicious. If anything happens, we call the cops. It’s not just us we have to worry about anymore, is it?”

Harvey places a hand over my stomach again, and we look at each other and nod as one.

He kisses me again, this time just a sweet peck on the lips, and moves to meet his teammates for a sip of water and to stretch his overworked limbs.

The team is having a press conference later, but I don’t plan on staying to watch it.

Instead, I’ll just go back to the hotel and get room service and rest. And wait for Harvey’s return.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

HARVEY

Thepressconferencewasgoing on without a hitch until the inevitable happened and a catty news reporter asks me the question I’m most dreading lately.

“This one is to Baker!” he says, holding onto his phone to record the interview. “About the rumors of you retiring, how much of it is true?”

I sigh, roll my eyes, and facepalm before saying with exasperation, “None of it?”

Widespread laughter ensues.

“Do you have a timeframe when you expect to retire?” the reporter continues.

“Why are you so interested in seeing me retire?” I spit out with exasperation.

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