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“What makes you say that?”

“She’s seen me kill before.”

The doctor frowns. “Is she usually around for that kind of thing?”

“Not usually. But she has a bad habit of eavesdropping.”

Dr. Spegal raises his brows like he perfectly understands my plight. Then he looks back down at Jessa. “You said she fell sick yesterday?”

I nod. “She seemed better this morning.”

“What were her symptoms?”

“Fatigue, dizziness, nausea.”

“Hmm.” The doctor turns back to Jessa and observes her with a thoughtful expression on his face. Then he leans in again and starts touching her stomach once more.

My hands clench into fists. “Is there a reason you keep doing that?”

He gives me an amused glance as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking. “Just trying to determine whether…”

He loses track of his sentence as he concentrates on her stomach.

“Is this how you get your rocks off, Spegal? I’m losing patience,” I growl.

“She’s a beautiful girl, Anton,” he tells me with a wry mirth. “But she’s about thirty years too young for me.”

Goddammit. Apparently, I’m that fucking transparent.

“You wouldn’t happen to know when her last period was, would you?” he asks.

It takes a full three seconds before those words compute. “Excuse me?”

“She might be pregnant,” he says.

I shake my head immediately. “She’s not pregnant.”

“So you haven’t had sex with her?” he asks, a knowing smile pulling on his usually dour expression.

“I… well…”

The man laughs. “This may be the first time I’ve seen you lost for words. And I’ve known you since you were a boy.”

I stare at Jessa. Her stomach is flat. I can see the thin definition of her abs. “She can’t be pregnant.”

“Did you use protection?” Doctor Spegal asks me. I stiffen and he adds, “Even if you did, it’s not always one hundred percent effective.”

I move closer to Jessa, pondering the possibility that she may be pregnant. If she is… that would change everything. I would have a second chance at being a father.

Maybe Jessa isn’t the only one holding out for a fairytale.

“Anton?”

I turn to the doctor with a distracted expression. “Yeah?”

“There’s no point staying here with your mouth hanging open. Go and get some fresh air. I’ve got her.”

“That better not be a euphemism.”


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