Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
The bar was run by three wannabee gangsters who didn’t pay any attention to the law. When Garrett caught wind of their disreputable ways, he put an end to it and our jobs there. Luckily for everyone working there, his good friend, Razor Montgomery, the retired drummer, owns a very classy bar in town. Razor stepped in when The Last Resort closed and offered everyone jobs with awesome benefits.
The job paid so well, I kept working a few shifts a month after I graduated from nursing school and started my new job at the hospital. Two months ago, I paid off the last of my student loans and decided to quit working my second job.
“Just tell me one thing.” I should’ve known my bestie wouldn’t give up easily. “Is Gray Marrow the reason you’ve been in a grouchy mood for the last three months?”
The stubborn glare shining from her eyes tells me I’m not going to be able to pull one over on her. “Yes.” I sigh. “I met him at the Psychedelic Squad concert.”
“You told me you didn’t see the concert.” Guilt flows through me at the hurt look on my best friend’s face.
“I didn’t see the concert.” I didn’t lie to her. “I went to the concert, but before it started, I met Gray Marrow.” The entire story comes pouring out. “I went back to his hotel room.” Her eyes grow steadily bigger with each word I mutter. “We spent an incredible night together, then I woke up to an empty bed. After I got up, I heard the shower running and decided to hightail it out of there before he came out.”
“Wait a second.” My best friend holds up her hand to me. “I’m confused. Why did you leave?” That makes two of us. I’ve been wondering the same thing since I returned from Houston and realized what a mistake I’d made running out on my mystery man.
“I don’t know.” I sit in one of the hard plastic chairs and sigh. “I got freaked out since spending the night with him was so out of character for me. I didn’t even freaking know his name.” I wince at how irresponsible my admission sounds.
If Ciara’s eyes get any bigger, they’ll pop off her face. “You didn’t know who he was?” She drops into the chair next to me. “Wow.” She can say that again. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me any of this.” She smacks my shoulder. “We’re best friends.”
Guilt nearly eats me alive. “I know. I didn’t know how to tell you. And you’ve been so happy since you found Garrett, and you’re pregnant.” My reasons sound lame to me, but I continue. “And I haven’t even told you the rest of the story.”
“I’m scared to ask, but what more could there be for you to tell me?”
“I’m pregnant.”
“Yay!” That wasn’t the reaction I was expecting. She stands up and claps her hands together, and every eye in the waiting room turns to us. There are only four or five other people, but they all get to witness my embarrassment. “We can go through this together.” Great. News of my pregnancy will be all around town before I get off work.
Two hours after my best friend leaves, Rachel stops by my workstation. “Guess what? You have another visitor.” I’m shocked it took this long for the news to circulate around town. The grapevine must be faulty today.
I don’t even bother to ask who it is. I can feel it in my soul who’s standing on the other side of the automatic doors. “I’ll be right out,” I tell Rachel before heading out to get this over with.
Gray’s furious eyes follow me as I step into the waiting room. “I think we need to have a nice long talk, Tigress.” He takes hold of my elbow and leads me to one of the consultation rooms along the back hall.
The look on his face tells me he already knows, and he isn’t going to wait for an explanation. “I guess you already heard?”
“I heard a rumor, but I want to hear it from you.” My body lights up from the inside out at his possessive stare.
No use beating around the bush. “I’m pregnant.”
The color leeches from his tan face before he stumbles over to one of the plastic chairs and sits down. Pain wraps around my heart at the thought of him rejecting me and our child, but it’s better that I find out now before I’m too attached to him. Who am I kidding? My heart might not survive if he doesn’t want us.
The color slowly returns to his complexion, and he stands. “Are you okay?” His warm hands wrap around my elbows and hold tight as he stares down into my eyes. I almost collapse from the relief that flows through me when I see confusion and excitement shining from his dark chocolate eyes. “Is everything okay with the baby? Did you get hurt in the accident? Did the seatbelt cause any injuries to the baby?” He shoots off questions at a crazy rate, and I wait for him to run out of breath before I attempt to calm him down.