Page 25 of A Surprise Baby for the Wolf Shifter

“My point exactly,” she said.

“So, he didn’t take the news well… hmm.”

“What?” I asked.

She sighed into the line. “Oh, I just had him pegged differently, you know?”

“Believe me, you are not alone in that assessment,” I said and threw myself back onto the bed.

“So, what are you going to do now?” she asked.

I groaned. “I have no clue. Eat. Probably throw up soon after, because that’s a thing now. Then maybe cry. A lot. Retail therapy isn’t off the list of things to do. Though shopping didn’t go so well earlier, so maybe I’ll just get some extra sleep.”

“Want me to come stay with you?” Cassidy, my hero of a friend, offered.

My heart swelled and I smiled at the idea. But I needed to make a decision, and though she’s good at advice and helping me with all of life’s conundrums, I couldn’t afford the distraction. I had to make a decision within the next couple of days.

“No, I’ll be fine. I just need to figure out what I’m going to do. Thank you for the offer though. Maybe we can schedule a weekend spa thing for our next hangout.”

“That would be fun. I’ll start planning,” she said, sounding more excited now.

I smiled to myself as a knock sounded at the door. “I have to go now, my food is here, but if anything changes, I’ll let you know.”

“I hope so. Call me any time. I mean it,” she said.

“I love you,” I breathed into the phone.

“I love you too,” she said, and the call ended.

I hopped off the bed a little too fast and had to hold myself up with the wall closest to me to keep from falling over. The dizziness that washed over me came with a healthy dose of nausea. Then I made it through the three steps to the door. Another knock and I opened it, took my food, tipped the delivery guy, and then slammed the door in his face.

I sat down at the table and pulled out the items from the bag and took a huge bite before immediately spitting it out.

It tasted like ash.

My stomach flipped.

I groaned and fought back the urge to cry.

If I didn’t get a handle on things soon, it wouldn’t matter what decision I made. I was going to starve to death or give myself a complex.

10

WEYLAN

The house was too quiet with the silence that remained after Gemma stormed out the door. I stared after her, knowing I should run to her. Knowing I needed to stop her before she got too far away, but I still couldn’t move.

I was an ass.

Gemma didn’t need to be punished for Tabitha’s actions.

Even with that thought, I couldn’t move.

The door closed hard, thanks to the wind, and I took a step toward it, still feeling pulled to go after her. Every movement toward the door was like walking through sludge. And after what felt like several minutes, I still couldn’t bring myself to grab the knob. I squeezed my eyes closed and groaned. She might come back.

I gaped at the door hoping she would knock. No. I made the foul. I needed to make the next move. The ball was in my court. But my pride was getting in the way.

I snapped out of whatever invisible force that had me rooted to my floor and rotated on my heels. I rushed straight for my shoes lying in the middle of my bedroom floor. Once I had them on, I dashed to the door. Seconds before I touched the knob, a knock sounded.

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