Page 8 of The Ranger
Referring to that, that is.
But I liked how offended it made him, so I shrugged.
“Ms.Walton?”The nurse interrupted us.
Cole had leaned down as we followed her down the hall and mumbled, “If we’d done it that way, the sperm might have leaked out and saved us all a lot of trouble.”
I ignored him.
Those comments hurt me, but I’d never show it.I pretty much raised myself while Mom worked and slept with tons of men.I can do this.
I just don’t have the finances sorted, and it scares me.I don’t have anyone to fall back on, and while Cole is the father, his responsibility is the baby.
What if something goes wrong and I can’t work?
What if the baby is sick and I can’t work?
I have four weeks planned for maternity leave; then I must return to work.This is one thing I can’t talk to anyone about.Cassy is my best friend but also my boss.So, I carry it privately, and it’s brought me to tears a few times.
Fear, not sadness.
I’m scared.
“I’ll take you to the damn bathroom.”Cole huffs, but suddenly Marshallfinallyproposes, and the room erupts into celebration.
My reaction surprises me.
Another of my friends is getting married to a man who is loyal and committed to her.Not me though—just like my mom, I’m destined to be single and raise a kid on my own.
I fight back the sadness but fail.A tear leaks down my face, and stupid Cole spots it and frowns.
Wiping it away with the back of my arm, I clap my hands joyfully.“Oh, my god.I’m so happy for you.”
Ignoring his narrowed eyes, I head towards Trina to check out her engagement ring while my bladder threatens to explode.The heavy sadness sticks like a lump in my chest.
Like mother, like daughter.
I’ll never get the happy ever after that Cassy, Savannah, Briar and Trina have with their men.Things like that just don’t happen to me.I’m the strange and outspoken one, eight months pregnant with barely enough cash to keep the baby alive.
Well, at least it won’t be purple.
Or a scaly dragon.
That was last night’s nightmare...which turned into a horny dream with the daddy dragon, so at least these pregnancy hormones are good for something.
What they aren’t good for is reminding medailywhat got us into this situation.
My attraction to Cole Zimbardo.
The damn Ranger is insanely way too handsome for someone in my condition to be spending time with.Between our common social circle and the regular medical appointments, it’s too much.
I fantasize about our night together over and over and over.Even my vibrator is sick of me.
I really wish he weren’t so hot.
Even thinking about custody freaks me out.We’ve never talked about it, and the thought of him taking our little alien once it’s born to hang out with one of his million girlfriends has me very fidgety.
Not that I’ve seen him with one woman since our night together.But I’m sure he has.He’s special forces—I’m sure he’s good at hiding things.
