Page 39 of Delayed Offsides

Oh God. Look at those muscles and that ass!Stop looking.

“Stop staring at his ass.” Evan pushes me from behind. “You’re holdin’ up the line.”

I glare at him when I hear the words I never wanted to hear. “Bag check.”

Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.Of all the fucking luck to have today.

“Are you serious?” I swallow over the dryness in my throat. “Is that really necessary?”

“It appears you have a knife in your bag.” The security guard pulls out the sock I stuffed the test inside.

Ami’s eyes widen, as do Evan’s, but his flash with amusement.

“What do I do?” My frantic stare goes from the “positive” test to Leo and then back to Evan and Ami, willing them to react in some way. If I do anything, like grab the test from the guy, they’d probably give me a cavity check. Maybe they’ll find my missing period, and all this isn’t real. Not likely.

Ami pushes Leo forward at the same time Evan bursts out laughing.

“Leo, move forward. You’re holding up the line.” And then Ami full-on shoves Leo as hard as she can.

Stumbling forward, Leo glances back at her. “Was that necessary?” He shakes his head but keeps walking, despite me being stopped. You can tell he wants to wait for me, but when Ami wraps her arm in his, he focuses on what she’s saying to him. She better not be telling him I’m pregnant!

Beside me, Evan grins. “Shut up,” I whisper-shout.

Evan holds up his hands. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Yeah, but your stupid grin says it all.”

“At least I know it’s not mine.”

“You’re a dick.” I elbow him, pushing past him to the TSA agent, who’s staring at us like he wants to burst out laughing. I’m not entirely sure, but this might be the funniest thing this asshole has seen in his career working in an airport. Doubtful. It’s not like I’m smuggling illicit paraphernalia in my vagina. “Why is this so funny to you? It’s just a pregnancy test, buddy.”

The man chuckles, knowing who Evan is, and hands me my bag back. “Congrats to both of you.”

Evan stares the guy down like he’s offended. “Keep your mouth shut about what you’ve seen,” he warns, squaring his shoulders.

“Ma’am, we have the right to confiscate any and all suspicious paraphernalia that passes through our screeners, and this most certainly is suspicious.”

Is he serious? Is this really happening right now?

Leaning forward and trying to appear intimidating, I stare the man down. “You better give me that test. It’s not a weapon or paraphernalia. It’s a damn pregnancy test. One I peed on, and you’re touching.”

He seems to think I’m joking and holds it back from giving me what I so desperately want to keep a secret. There’s always a possibility I can magically start my period while on the plane. You know, maybe gravitation can play a hand in this. Maybe the test is wrong.

My frantic stare darts from the test to Leo, standing thirty feet away with Ami, and then back to the man who holds my fate in his hands.

Evan growls out a frustrated breath. “We’re gonna miss our flight. Is this really a big deal?”

“I have to ask my manager if I can return this.” When the security guard refuses to hand it over, and I can see Leo staring at me curiously, I pull out the only card I have in my arsenal.

“Do you really think that could be a weapon?” I stare him down.

“Possibly.” His eyes never part from mine. It’s as if he’s trying to get me to cave purely on the fact that the asshole holds all the cards right now; his only sense of control in a shitty-ass job is being exerted. “I’ve seen people use a hairbrush as a weapon.”

“Again, I peed on that.” I grin. “Like all over it before I hit the target.”

Needless to say, I get my suspicious item back and finally past security, hoping to keep this tidbit of information on lockdown until the time is right to tell Leo.

“Are you really—”

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