Page 59 of Attached At Heart
I was most definitely wrong about that.
“Are you on the pill, Lane?”
Delaney’s brows furrowed as her eyes cut over to me, giving me a look like she couldn’t believe I’d just asked that question.
But I knew she’d understand in a second.
“Yeah, why? Afraid you’re gonna come back from this honeymoon with a baby on the way, too? Trying to budget exactly how many extra bedrooms we need?”
Her eyes popped wide the second her words were out of her mouth.
“Please forget I just said that,” she groaned, covering her face with the safety pamphlet.
No, I would never forget that she just said that.
Because now I was, once again, thinking about things I really shouldn’t be. Like fucking Delaney until she was pregnant.
Jesus Christ. What is wrong with me?
“It’s the heat.” She dropped the pamphlet and began waving it in her now bright red face again. “It’s doing things to my brain.”
I shook my head with a laugh, letting her know she didn’t need to be worried about it.
“First of all,” I started. “That wouldn’t scare me.” Delaney’s movement stilled, and she glanced over at me with those wide eyes again. Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that. I should have just stuck to the point of the conversation. I cleared my throat and tried to get back there. “Second of all, which pill is it?”
Delaney gave her head a little shake as if she were trying to clear it. “Ocella.”
I nodded and ran through the mental notes I had from pharmacology.
But Delaney got to the point before I did.
“Ohh.” She patted me on the leg reassuringly. An innocent touch that affected me in not-so-innocent ways. “The answer is yes, Blake.”
“Yeah?” I felt instant relief. “Show me.”
Delaney understood, reaching down to tug up the hem of her athletic pants and show off her flower-printed compression socks.
“Good girl.” I sank back in my seat. “You’ve been hydrating well this morning, too, which is excellent. If you didn’t comeprepared, I was going to make you put on the extra socks I packed in my backpack.”
“I thought I was bringing the husband version of Blake London on this trip, not the doctor version.”
I frowned. “Doctor and Husband Blake are equally worried about his wife’s health. The clotting side effects of birth control are not something you should take lightly on a long-haul fli—” My words went dry in my mouth when I realized the way Delaney was glaring at me. “Right, you know that.”
“We did take pharmacology together,honey,” she said in an overly sugared voice.
“I know,sweetheart.Just…” I looked down at her legs. “Make sure you pump your feet every once in a while. And get up to walk around a few times on the flight.”
“Blake.” She dropped the fake wife voice. “Besides the pill, I don’t have any other risk factors for blood clots. It’s going to be okay.” She pointed to my feet. “Are you wearing socks? Or do I need to shove some on your feet?”
“I’m wearing some,” I said.
“Good boy.”
Her satisfaction about that tickled something inside me.
“ButI’mnot the one on birth control.”
“That’s good. I’d have some questions if you were.”
