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Doubling down, I asked, “Can you at least let us know what failed you this time so we can add it to the growing list of birth controls to avoid?”
Sitting up, Natalie sighed. “At this point, I don’t think it’s the birth control; it’s me. God’s up there laughing his ass off.” Glancing up at Amy, she whispered, “Sorry, Ames. Kinda stole your thunder there with my tantrum.”
Smiling, Amy approached, sitting on Natalie’s other side. “It would appear there’s a thunderstorm brewing for the Remingtons.”
“Slate-Remingtons,” I corrected. Natalie and the kids were no longer legally Remingtons, but their bond had never been stronger.
“Whatever our name, I guess I bring the lightning. Apparently, it strikes more than once,” Natalie remarked wryly.
“There’s our girl,” Amy teased.
“Can we keep this between us?” Natalie asked. “I just want to enjoy this trip. Reality will still be waiting for me when I get home.”
Who was she kidding? Natalie had the worst poker face. I was mentally laying bets that Jaxon would figure it out by the end of the week.
Regardless, I moved my fingers across my lips and twisted them at the end, signaling locking them up and throwing away the key. “Not a word. Don’t worry about the crew; I’ll give them a heads up to start sending virgin drinks your way—for both of you.”
“Ugh. I was really hoping to let loose on this trip.”
Winking, I offered, “There’s always next year.”
“Yeah, maybe,” she sighed. “I still don’t understand. My period isn’t even due until after we get home.”
I nudged her shoulder with mine. “Someoneinsisted on the early detection tests.”
“Don’t remind me,” she groaned. “I’m my own worst enemy sometimes.”
There was never a dull moment with these girls, but I was damned lucky to have them as my friends.
Guess I was getting ship-faced alone this vacay. I’d happily take that fate over being one of the ones knocked up.
Chapter 18
Cal
I couldn’t breathe.
Vaguely aware that I was standing against a brick wall on a busy street in the tourist section of Nassau, I replayed the events of the last half hour.
Jaxon and Liam had gone off to some jewelry store to shop for the girls’ birthdays. Natalie’s had just passed, and Amy’s was later this month. I’d declined to join them. Hannah’s birthday wasn’t until the end of May, and I wasn’t sure what our situation would look like by then. Things were too new, so jewelry would send the wrong message.
Instead, I’d split off from them with plans to meet them at a bar when they were done. I needed to hit the pharmacy anyway. Hannah had done a decent job packing but managed to forget my deodorant. It was hot down here, even in the dead of winter, so I couldn’t go without. Hannah had offered me the use of hers earlier, but I didn’t want to smell all flowery and shit.
Popping into the first pharmacy I happened upon, I had trolled the aisles until I found what I needed. A flash of color caught my eye from around the corner, and I turned my head just in time to see none other than Hannah, with her head up, reading the signs marking the products in each aisle.
Biting my lip, I’d watched her be utterly oblivious to my presence, passing where I stood and moving further into the store. I knew she was supposed to be enjoying her day with the girls, but maybe I could convince her to steal away with me for the rest of the afternoon. The guys would understand. I was pretty sure the girls would, too.
Stalking her through the store, I paused, hiding behind an end cap as she found whatever she was looking for.
Hannah looked fucking delectable in a sand-colored open weave cover-up over her hot pink bikini. The strings were calling to me. One little tug and the whole thing would come away from her body.
I was so mesmerized staring at her stunning curves that I hadn’t noticed what she was shopping for. My sexy daydream came to a screeching halt when I realized she was looking at feminine hygiene products.
Guess it was a good thing we fucked last night because it looked like Hannah would be out of commission for the remainder of our trip. Her period just crashed our party.
Come to think of it, she’d never once asked to pause our extracurricular activities since we started sleeping together. Since she came over on Christmas Day, we’d had sex every single day. Maybe she had longer cycles. Living with an older sister, I knewwaytoo much about the inner workings of the female body.
Not wanting to embarrass her—not that she should be—I’d hung back. Once she made her selection, I would get what I needed and pretend to run into her after she checked out.
