Page 186 of The Single Dads Club
“Can I ask you a question?” I glanced at Mandy over the surgical mask I wore, my voice muffled.
She was disinfecting a cut on the inside of a sloth’s hind leg. Poor little guy.
“’Course. Anything. You know that.” Her eyes behind her thick tortoiseshell frames narrowed on mine.
Drawing a deep breath, I steeled my nerves. “Tell me more about growing a human inside you.”
Mandy set down the gauze she’d been using and grabbed a bottle of disinfectant. “You’ll have to be a little more specific than that. What about it?”
“I had this dream last night. It was so vivid.”
“Yeah, I remember having some crazy dreams.” Mandy nodded. “What about?”
Glancing down at Mr. Pokey, I stroked his fur softly, a smile quirking up my lips. “Yeah, this was no ordinary dream…it was more of a vivid flashback of my time with Mason.”
Mandy set down her tools, her eyes meeting mine. “Oh my God.”
“What?” Her intense scrutiny gave me chills.
She took a deep breath, and we moved away from our patient, removing our rubber gloves and throwing them in the trash.
“I almost don’t want to tell you this…but when I was pregnant, my libido was out of control. I was so horny. All the time. Poor Todd. I had a big belly, so sex was awkward, but that didn’t stop me from begging him to take me from behind.” She chuckled, clearly remembering something I did not want to know about.
At this new information, my mouth pulled into a frown. None of what she was telling me was making me feel any calmer about my situation. I figured my odds of being pregnant were fifty-fifty, but every time Mandy spoke, it was like I learned of another new symptom to freak out about.
With this new information, my chances of not jumping Mason’s bones the next time I saw him were, what? Slim to none.
I was so screwed.
Chapter Twelve
Mason
“Almost done,” I called as someone knocked on my door.
My assistant always got antsy at this time of day—not that I could blame her. By rights, she should have been able to leave an hour ago.
The door creaked open and I glanced up to find Trent standing in the doorway, a bottle of pills in his hand.
“What’s up? Something wrong?” My heart rate ticked up a few notches, but Trent shook his head.
“Just some prenatal vitamins. Just in case.” He shook the bottle, then set it on my desk. “You seeing her anytime soon?”
“I was going to stop by the zoo on my way home, actually, so I’ll bring these with me.”
“The zoo?” Trent raised his eyebrows.
“She’s a conservationist there. Works with the endangered animals.”
“You nerds all know how to pick each other.”
“You’re a nerd, too, dude” I pointed out.
“That doesn’t mean I like my women brainy.”
“I’m pretty sure your only qualification for a date is that she have a working vagina. And a heartbeat.”
“Even that isn’t a deal breaker. I’m happy to do a little extra work.” Trent winked and I let out a little laugh.
