“I feel smothered.”
“We were in California together.”
“You were the one who pushed yourself onto the trip. Taft was supposed to go.”
No, he wasn’t. Ford had been fucking with me. But that was irrelevant because my saying that wasn’t going to help this situation, even though I didn’t know what it was.
“Sweets, is it because you were slower than usual on the course?”
I was taking wild guesses as to why she was upset.
Her eyes narrowed, and a lesser man’s balls would’ve shriveled.
“Are you going to kick me off the team for a bad showing?”
I reared back. Seriously? Was she getting competitive with me? It made my chest ache to think she was that hard on herself. “What? No. What the hell? Everyone has a bad day.”
She shook her head and spun on her heel again.
“Yeah, you got on the same plane. Did the same course, and you weren’t slow. Of course, you weren’t.”
“Sweets–”
“Stop calling me sweets!” She stalked into the bunkhouse, the door slamming against the inside wall. I watched her ass sway as she walked down the hallway to her bedroom.
“What the hell is going on? I think you want me to spank your ass to get the truth out of you.”
She stopped and turned. “No, Kennedy. I want you to take a hint and leave me alone.” With that, she headed into her bedroom and slammed the door. I heard the lock click.
I knew with women that sometimes when they said one thing, they meant the complete opposite. However, this time, I had the feeling she really did want me to leave her the fuck alone.
Except I had no idea why. I’d done something, that was for fucking sure. I scratched my head and knew I had to wait it out to learn what it was, so I could apologize.
* * *
QUINCY
I showeredand went into my bedroom where I leaned my back against the door. Fuck I was tired.
Mixed up. Nauseated. All of it.
This pregnancy had hijacked all my plans. My life. This new thing with Kennedy.
How was I going to make this work? Ford wouldn’t let me keep this job being pregnant. I couldn’t even keep up on the obstacle course, and I’d only found out not even two hours ago. I wouldn’t even be able to waddle soon when I looked like I swallowed a watermelon.
Sure, they’d give me allowances, but not for ababy.Besides, I didn’t want allowances.
On top of that, these guys were way too alpha male to let a pregnant woman into the field. They’d make me stay behind. I’ll be the kid sister all over again, left at home with mom while the big boys got to go and have all the fun.
Only I’d be the mom left at home.
I could kiss my whole career goodbye now.
More than that, I couldn’t do this to Kennedy.
He’d told me in very specific terms that he hadn’t wanted kids. No 2.5. Ever.
I’d told him I was on birth control, and it was safe. It was my fault. He would’ve used a condom if I hadn’t promised I had it taken care of.