Page 67 of The Girlfriend Game
She worries her lip, biting down on it as if considering her words carefully. Which is unlike Kendall, who always seems to know the right thing to say at the exact moment. It’s an occupational hazard. She gives a helpless shrug.
“I don’t know. Life can get in the way, even in the best of times. I mean, take Logan and Carver, for example. With a baby on the way, it could get rocky. Whether intentional or not, it leaves room for questioning priorities and even resentment and blame.”
I shake my head with a purse of my lips. “Carver’s in for a ride. I would not want to be in his shoes the next nine months. Jesus, I remember a few years ago, Alan Locke’s girlfriend nearly tried to kill him after he came home one night after a road game.”
Kendall’s head jerks back in surprise. “What? Who is Alan? What happened?”
I continue to toy with her hand, flipping it over in mine, running my finger over the joints of her knuckles. Brushing them softly with my fingers.
I choke out a rueful laugh. “Well, Alan played for the Detroit Diamond’s and was kind of known to be a ladies’ man. He came home one night, and his pregnant girlfriend found an empty condom wrapper in his pocket. She started beating on him with a rolling pin.”
Kendall turns introspectively quiet for a moment; her face turns the other direction so I can only see her beautiful profile and the worry lines stretched across her forehead. I brush back the hair that falls over the side of her shoulder, rubbing the soft strands through my fingers.
“I’m sure the pregnancy hormones had her a bit on edge. Everyone handles it differently, I guess.”
I snort. “I’d say. Thank God I won’t have a pregnant girlfriend while I’m out on the road. Or a rolling pin in my kitchen, for that matter.”
“Good thing,” she replies stoically, before lying down on her side to face away from me. “I’m tired, Zeke. I need some sleep.”
I situate myself to spoon her in my arms and place a kiss at her shoulder.
“Goodnight, babe. I love you.”
