What if Iampregnant?
WithOwen’s baby?
Shit, that can’t be happening.
In the midst of my panic, I grab one of the tests.
In fact, I grab a few.
I just need to put the possibility out of my mind, that’s all.
It’s notreallygoing to be positive, I just need to be sure.
“Hey, you find everything you wanted?” the gas station attendant asks me with a dead look in his eyes.
He definitely isn’t making a point.
“Err, yeah, thank you. I just want to…”
I tap my foot anxiously while he takes his time ringing everything up. I could scream, but I really just think he’s not the fastest mover.
He doesn’t know that I have a man bleeding out in my car.
He doesn’t know that I might be freaking pregnant.
Although he’s just rung up a bunch of tests, so I guess he has an idea.
He finally gets to the end of my shopping. Thank God! I pay him with cash I had from when Owen took me and head back out at the speed of light.
Owen’s still passed out. He doesn’t look good. Very freaking pale.
I need to get him to his destination, wherever it might be, as soon as possible.
A gated community?
Really?
This is where the location brings us?
I mean, the gate code works, 897111098, and I’m at a front door now, but this seems crazy.
Completely different to the cabin in the freaking woods, in the middle of nowhere.
I don’t know if this feels right, but where else am I going to go?
It’s dark and late, and I really need to get Owen inside so I can take a look at him. He’s started to make some really strange noises now and it’s stressing me out.
“Key,” I mutter to myself. “Where the hell is the key?”
Owen wouldn’t be dumb enough to put it under a rock or something. He’s smart and switched on. Often three steps ahead of everyone else…
Well, aside from the Irish who attacked us.
A shudder of pain tears down my spine.
I don’t ever want to think about that again.
I take a walk around the building, impressed with how massive it is. This is like a millionaire mansion, the sort of place I can imagine the rich and famous live.