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She’s either an oblivious idiot or a total bitch.
“You should take her up on it,” Ryan interjects, looking at me in disgust. “I can see you’ve not shifted any pounds and you’re still letting yourself go. It might help you meet someone.”
“I already have met someone,” I blurt out.
“Really? I’d love to see the desperate—” Ryan starts, his voice breaking off as Wolf prowls up behind me, wrapping a possessive hand around my waist.
“You must be the moron who let Harper get away,” he says, his voice polite yet menacing at the same time.
Ryan seems at a loss for how to act, shitting himself but not wanting to lose face in front of his girlfriend, who stares at Wolf hungrily like a dog that’s seen a bone. “And you are?” he asks with false bravado.
“Logan Morrison, Harper’s man.”
Hearing him say the words out loud makes me tingle with joy. He’s with me, and he’s not ashamed. He’s proud.
“I’m Luna. I was just telling Harper she could come get a discount at my gym. Maybe you could come too,” Luna eagerly interjects, practically drooling.
“Thanks, Luna, but we already get plenty of workouts in at home, if you know what I mean,” he says with a wink and a wolfish smile that makes her blush and Ryan’s mouth open and close like a fish. “Well, this was interesting, but we’ve gotta get going.”
“My lawyer will hear about this,” Ryan finally manages to blurt out.
I shrug, taking Wolf’s hand. “So will mine.”
I’ve done nothing wrong, and I won’t allow him to bully me. Not ever again. I feel powerful and smug as we walk away, leaving him lost for words behind me. He talks a good game, but I know he won’t fight for Jenny. He doesn’t want to raise a child. He just wants to bully me. I won’t give him the power to do so anymore.
As much as I’d like to write it off that he’s the stalker now that I know he’s been in town, I know Ryan doesn’t have it in him to be that devious. He’d have said something, given away some hint just now if it were him.
I may have gotten rid of one villain, but the bigger, badder one was still out there, hiding in the shadows.
Chapter 17
Harper
Ishouldn’t have let Ryan and his girlfriend get to me. My men love my body, and I’m slowly learning to love it too. However, although I don’t want or need to lose weight, there’s nothing wrong with me trying to get a bit healthier. With that in mind, I’ve recently taken up doing yoga at home. For one thing, it’s a good idea to improve my flexibility, if only for the sexual advantages. I feel like I’m having a sexual reawakening. The guys and I have been enjoying experimenting with new positions, and I’ve found myself wishing I were more limber. The guys also enjoy watching me do downward dog in my tight yoga pants, so much so that I never get much yoga done before we inevitably end up doing a different kind of exercise on the mat.
Jenny’s at school, and the guys are in a Shadow Pack emergency meeting next door, having moved the location from the clubhouse to be closer to me. I insisted I’d be fine. They reluctantly left half an hour ago, leaving me alone in the house for the first time since I moved in. Needing a distraction from the inevitable fears that began to creep in, I’ve decided to do some yoga.
As I take a deep breath and dive into a forward fold, a sudden wave of lightheadedness hits me, and I see stars. I plonk down onto the mat, feeling faint, aware that I’m on the brink of passing out completely. Taking deep breaths, I wait for my vision to return to normal before taking a swig of water.
That was weird. I suppose I have been feeling off lately. Tired. Emotional. Nauseous.
I haven’t had a near-fainting spell like this since before Jenny was born. As the thought crosses my mind, I balk. When was the last time I had my period?
Mentally counting back, I realize that the last time I felt like this was when I was pregnant with Jenny.
I can’t be, though. Can I?
We’ve been careful. The guys haven’t worn protection; they haven’t needed to. I take the contraceptive injection. Shit. When did I last have it? I frantically think back to my last appointment. It was a long time ago. Too long. Could I have missed taking my shot? It’s possible. With the stress of moving and the fact that I hadn’t been sexually active in a long time, years, it wasn’t exactly at the top of my priority list. It could have easily slipped my mind. It’s not like I expected to end up in a relationship with anyone, let alone my three very sexy, very horny neighbors.
Maybe I’m just hungry. I haven’t eaten much today. I try to convince myself.
I head downstairs to fix myself a sandwich, tuna mayo, my favorite, but the smell turns my stomach.
Shit. I hated the smell of fish when I was pregnant with Jenny, too.
I need to take a pregnancy test, but there’s no way I can sneak out to the pharmacy without the guys noticing and worrying. Pulling out my phone, I order the best, earliest-detecting pregnancy test I can find to be delivered as soon as possible and try and focus on my yoga.
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