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“Harlow.” Her mom takes her face in her hands. “You and this baby are not a problem. Not to us. Okay? Your father and I are happy to help. We’re going to be here for you. You are not alone.”
I know she needed to hear that. Despite their support these past weeks, it hasn’t been easy for her. She feels like she’s let them down.
“Everything’s going to be okay. I promise you.” Her mom pulls her into a hug. When she lets her go, she asks, “Is there anything else you guys need to do while we’re here?”
We both say no, and the three of us head for the exit.
I parked at Harlow’s house, but I need to head back to school for a late afternoon class, so I kiss her goodbye and leave.
I exhale a heavy breath as I drive away.
I just want to be able to handle all of this for her, so she doesn’t feel stressed about money and us being able to provide for our baby.
I send up a silent plea for something, anything, to land in my lap that will make our lives easier.
CHAPTER 45
HARLOW
“What the hell am I doing?” I ask myself as I sit outside the gate in Spencer’s driveway.
I should put the car in reverse and back the hell away from this bad decision, but the gates open, which means he already knows I’m here.
“Fuck,” I curse, squeezing my eyes shut.
Shaking my head, I drive forward and up the long driveway. I park beside an unfamiliar blue vehicle, my stomach dropping.
He’s not alone.
He wouldn’t have buzzed me in if he’s here with a woman, right?
Why wouldn’t he? You have Jameson and he comes around when he’s there, what would be the big deal for you to be around a woman he’s seeing?
My thoughts are spiraling in a million directions, but I’m already here and he knows it, so I might as well get my shit together and head inside. I grab my bag off the passenger seat and sling it over my shoulder. Since the garage doors are closed, I head to the front door and press the bell.
“Why the hell are you here, Harlow?” I ask myself, crossing my arms over my chest.
The door opens and I’m met with a shirtless and sweaty Spencer. A pair of workout shorts hang so low on his hips that I’m certain he’s not wearing any underwear underneath.
Oh my god, I totally caught him in the middle of sex.
“I’m so sorry,” I blurt. “I can … uh … see that you’re busy.” I turn around, ready to make a hasty departure, but his hand closes around my elbow.
“What’s up?” he asks, clearly out of breath still. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
I look up at the sky, not wanting to look at him when he’s in this … state. I wonder where the woman is, if she’s still inside waiting for me to leave or if he told her to go out through the garage.
“It’s okay. I’m interrupting … something and I’m sorry. It’s my bad.”
“Interrupting something?” When I force myself to look at him, I find his brows furrowed. “I promise you’re not. We were just finishing up.”
I flinch. “Right. Okay. I’m just going to go. It’s no biggie.”
He chuckles, clearly amused. “I don’t know what has you so spooked.”
Does he need to spell it out for him?
I gesture to his barely clothed, sweaty body. “You’re clearly with a woman and I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’m not even sure what brought me here in the first place,” I admit, ducking my head.
