Page 81 of Bagging the Blueliner
Backing up, she rolled her eyes. “Well,excuseme. I thought we were on vacation. My mistake.”
“Some vacation,” I muttered. “Why did you even bring me down here?” My voice rose in volume. I was losing it. I knew I wasn’t being rational, but my head was so fucked I couldn’t think straight.
Blowing me off, she walked to the bedside table and dropped her purse. Grabbing her phone, she began scrolling the screen and tapping. The longer she ignored me, the angrier I got.
“Fucking answer me!” I roared.
Blue eyes flicked up to me in annoyance. “I don’t know what your problem is, but this isn’t the sexy, angry Cal I ordered. Get your shit together and fast. I don’t have the energy to deal with your dramatics. I’ve had a hell of a day.”
“Mine wasn’t exactly sunshine and roses either,” I growled.
“And that’s somehow my fault?” Hannah threw her phone down on the bed and crossed her arms, cocking her hip.
I knew that pose. She was preparing to go to war.
“I FUCKING SAW YOU!” I screamed.
She flinched but held her ground. “You need psychiatric help. You’re clearly losing your mind. Too many hits to the head, perhaps.”
“There’s nothing wrong with my head. I saw you in the pharmacy this afternoon.” My chest heaved in anger as my heart raced, knowing this was the moment of truth.
Hannah let out an annoyed puff of air. “Oh, that.”
“How can you be so calm about this?” Dizzy, the room began to spin. Maybe I should sit down.
“They weren’t mine.”
“What do you mean, they weren’t yours? I sawyoubuying them.”
Narrowing her eyes, she kept her tone level. “I’ll say it again. They. Weren’t. Mine.”
“Oh.” I collapsed onto the bed. They weren’t hers. But wait. “Well, whose were they?”
“Sorry. That’s above your clearance level. Inner circle business.”
My eyes widened. The fog cleared around my brain, and I could think logically for the first time in hours. If they weren’t for Hannah, that left only two other options.
I might be in the clear, but someone else’s vacation was about to get a lot more interesting.
“Why did you buy so many?”
Hannah shrugged. “Simple answer? I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. Until today, I’d never bought or taken a pregnancy test before.”
My jaw dropped. “You took one? Today?”
Sighing, she dug in her bag again. “Calm down. When I came back with too many, we all took one as a show of solidarity.” Pulling out a white plastic stick with a pink cap, she held it out to me. “Here. See for yourself. Big fat negative. The H on the back confirms it’s mine.”
Desperate to confirm what she was telling me, I snatched it from her. The little key on the side showed one line for negative and two for positive. The one held in my hands only had one pink line.
All the air left my lungs. Crisis averted.
Crawling into my lap, our little irrational spat forgotten, she pushed the hair back from my forehead. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I have no interest in growing what promises to be giant Viking spawn that would likely rip me in half on the way out. Your dick has already caused enough damage down there.”
It took me a minute to process what she was saying. I stared at her in shock. “You don’t want kids?”
Hannah bit her lip. “No. I don’t dislike kids, but I don’t exactly want my own. I want to travel, and I really like my new job. If I had a baby, I wouldn’t be able to go on the road with the team anymore.”
Didn’t all women want babies? Leave it to Hannah to be an enigma from beginning to end. She was going to keep me on my toes, that was for sure.
