Page 134 of Driven Daddy
“Rita, I can go with you.”
I shook my head. “I’ll make it up to you for cleaning up.”
“Rita,” she whispered furiously.
I spared a look at Penn, then I took off while his attention was still on the same guy. I snagged my purse and headed down the hallway that led to the receiving bay. I rushed down the stairs to my car, hopped in, and took off.
When I checked the rearview mirror, Penn was standing on the loading dock, exasperation lining his face as he put his hands on his hips.
I kept driving. This was what was best right now.
I had to believe that.
My next problem was the fact that so many people in Crescent Cove were actually starting to recognize me. Buying a pregnancy test was as good as skywriting that I was having a baby with Penn.
One good thing about New York City was the anonymity.
Right about now, I’d love some of that.
My phone buzzed from beside me in my purse. I ignored it, knowing it had to be Penn. I forced myself to go the speed limit. All I needed was his brother to pull me over right now.
I wouldn’t put it past Penn to sic Christian on me.
An excruciating ten minutes later I was on the other end of Main Street heading toward the lake. There was a small general store near the liquor store. In a town like Crescent Cove, I had to believe they’d stock pregnancy tests by the dozen.
I parked and felt like I was going to buzz right out of my skin.
How the hell had this happened?
Six dozen orgasms that’s how, Rita.
I rested my head on the steering wheel. We’d been careful every time except the last one, and I sure as hell wouldn’t be pregnant in a week.
Though the Masterson DNA seemed to be of the potent variety based on the sheer number of kids between the four siblings.
But still—hello, science.
“You can do this.”
I hoped.
My phone buzzed again, and I pulled it out with a sigh.
Penn:
where the hell did you go?
you aren’t getting those tests without me, are you?
you know that’s not fair, right?
I closed my eyes.
Of course it wasn’t fair.
But was it fair for him to have upend his life if I was just late? It’s not like I hadn’t been stressed and happy at the same time. Did my body even know the difference?
I could totally be late.
