Page 154 of Pucking Rebound

Lucky bastard is getting everything he wanted.Everything he deserves.

Part of me wishes I was too.

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

Lola

“You look beautiful today.” Jordy squeezes my hand, looking down at me, as we move together on the dance floor to Wade and Kali’s first dance.

Being this close to him again has joy overwhelming me. His touch lifting my spirits. “Thank you.”

We’re having a baby.

“How have you been?” His deep voice I love so much is full of concern.

Sick.

Awful without you.

Pregnant.

“Busy,” I reply.

Throughout today, I’ve done everything I can think of to avoid Jordy. I even swapped our name cards on the dinner table to ensure we weren’t sitting next to each other.

It hurts being this close to him, yet at the same time, feels wonderful. I feel like I’m losing my mind.

I don’t just miss him; I miss us. I've never felt so intrinsically connected to another human the way I do with him.

For four weeks I’ve hurt. Everywhere.

“With everything that’s been happening in your life, between the press and this,” he looks around, “you never stop. Please tell me you are sleeping.”

He’s not the first person to ask, which means I must look dreadful. I guess the expensive concealer for dark circles I bought isn’t working like it promised.

“I’ll sleep tonight.”

“You sleep better next to me.” Jordy pulls me closer. His signature scent wafts up my nostrils, flooding my brain with dozens of memories of our time together.

“I do.” He’s hotter than an electric blanket. I slept like the dead when I was wrapped in his arms. His strong heartbeat like white noise for my soul.

“Stay with me tonight. To sleep.” His dark eyes beg me to say yes.

“I can’t. We’re all staying here tonight.” If I changed my plans it would look suspicious.

Jordy leads our movements, maneuvering us as if he’s trying to hide me behind him. His hands wander north, from my waist to my face, and I feel like he’s going to kiss me. I wish he would, to put us out of this misery, but all he does is hold me there.

“Are you free next week?” I ask hopefully. By then I will have had my ultrasound and can show him the sonography photo. I figure if I have proof he will believe me.

Will he want to be part of the baby’s life?

I haven’t even considered that until now. He’s still young, only twenty-four, as am I, but I’ve always wanted to have a family. Does he?

Our secret fling was fun and exciting when we were sneaking around, but our situation has gotten a whole lot more serious, and he might run a mile.

“Tell me where and when, and I’ll be there,” he replies, his handsome face breaking out in a megawatt smile.

I worry he’s misread my words. “We need to talk.”

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