I assess my body—my breasts feel sore, I’m exhausted, bloated, sick…and most importantly, I’ve missed my period.
But if I’m pregnant, it wouldn’t be Lennox’s. It would be…
FUCK.
How could I have been so stupid?
And what the hell am I going to do about it?
I should take a test, but I don’t need a test to tell me I’m pregnant.
“Hey, are you okay?” Hayes asks from the doorway.
We both look in his direction. He looks good. If I didn’t know he’d been shot, then I wouldn’t know.
“Yea, just a nightmare,” I say weakly.
Hayes looks at me with concern and then to Lennox, who is still rubbing my back.
“Want anything to eat?” Hayes asks.
My stomach lights up at the thought of food. “Yea, I’d like that.”
Lennox helps me stand up, and it’s then that I realize we are both naked.
“Get out of here and stop looking at my wife that way. I’ll send her down when she’s dressed to eat,” Lennox says.
Hayes flashes a crooked grin, and then he’s gone.
“It’s good to see Hayes back to his usual self,” I say, trying to take my mind off the fact that I’m most likely pregnant with the wrong man’s baby.
“It is,” Lennox agrees.
I get dressed in one of Lennox’s shirts and a loose pair of my own shorts. Lennox puts on a pair of his boxer briefs.
“You can go back to bed. Hayes will take care of me,” I say.
Lennox groans.
I chuckle. “I’m fine, and I’ll make sure Hayes doesn’t kiss me again.”
Lennox licks his lips, then leans in and kisses me. It’s such a casual thing, the kind of thing real couples do—not enemies in arranged marriages.
“Wake me if you need me, but Hayes will take good care of you. And you like my cock too much to let Hayes touch you.”
I grin. “True.”
I head downstairs and find Hayes flipping something onto a plate. I take a seat at the bar, and Hayes slides the plate in front of me before sitting on the stool next to me.
I pick up the fork and stab at the amazing-looking omelet, but with one whiff of it, I know I’m going to barf again if I eat it. But I don’t want to hurt Hayes’s feelings or draw any attention to myself.
“What’s on your mind?” Hayes asks.
That I’m pregnant with Kit’s baby. That I just want to go to the drug store and buy a test and pray that I’m wrong. Stress and a stomach bug caused this, not getting knocked up.
“What are the terms of the deal Lennox made with my father?”
I’m not sure if Hayes knows, but it’s the only other thing that will distract me.