Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
“Well, shit.” It’s not definitive proof, but the likelihood is greater than I’d like, considering I’m a side piece. A homewrecker.
I switch over to the message app and send one to Josie. “Forget the wine when you come over. Bring extra cake and two pregnancy tests. Will tell you everything when you get here.”
I drop the phone and step back, knowing Josie’ll have about a million questions even though I promised to tell her everything when she gets here later.
I fold Tank’s letter and freeze. Part of me wants to toss it in the trash, but something stops me. I don’t want to think about what that something is, so I tuck it back in my purse and hang it up on the hook by the door, and since I can’t cleanse my soul or my heart, I might as well clean my house.
It’s pretty tidy, so it takes about an hour, which gives me enough time before Josie arrives to shower and change into hot pink leggings with a pale pink tank that’s lightweight and airy.
The front door opens a little after six in the evening and my best friend is here, staring at me with an expression of shock written on her face. “You’re a nurse,” she says in an accusing tone. “A nurse. A grown woman. And you’re on the pill, aren’t you?”
I smile and nod. “All true. What’s your point?”
“My point?” Her voice grows louder. “My point!”
I roll my eyes and point at my best friend. “You’re doing that repeating thing you do when your system starts to malfunction.”
“You’re making my whole fucking brain malfunction, Soph. Pregnancy tests? Seriously? Please tell me you had a really fucking hot one-night stand with someone recently and kept it to yourself. Please.”
“I had a really fucking hot one-night stand with someone recently and kept it to myself.”
It’s not exactly a lie but her expression says don’t fuck with me. “Okay, fine. After our last night out, I called Tank. He came over and we got it on. Everywhere.”
Josie sighs and flings the drugstore bag in my direction. “Have you people never heard of birth control?”
“I’m on the pill,” I insist defensively. “I don’t think I’m pregnant, but something is going on, and my period app says I’m late.”
“What the fuck? Pills don’t work anymore? And condoms are completely unnecessary? I mean, all diseases have been wiped off the face of the earth, so that makes sense. And then there’s the fact that this man has been in jail for years.”
“Save the sarcasm, Josie. I’m not in the mood.”
“Yeah, well, guess what? Kids don’t give a fuck what kind of mood you’re in, not even when you’re a single mother. What the hell were you thinking, Sophie?”
I sigh because I know if the shoe was on the other foot, I’d be asking her the same questions. “Honestly, I wasn’t thinking. Tank makes me lose my mind when I’m with him. One minute we’re laughing and talking, and the next we’re naked and his big cock is pounding into me.”
Josie heads toward the kitchen, shaking her head and rolling her eyes at me. “You’re so damn lucky that I love you because seriously, I just want to shake the shit out of you right now.”
“I know, and I appreciate that you’re only yelling at me.” I decide not to tell her about the gorgeous woman at the jail visiting Tank, mostly because I haven’t told her I’ve been trying to see him since Nova gave me his real name.
“Oh, don’t think I’m done yelling at you.” She nods at the bag in my hand. “Go piss on the sticks, all of them, and then we’ll go from there.”
I nod as I walk away on shaky legs, choosing the front half-bathroom to find out the truth. With two full bottles of water in me, it takes no time at all to soak each stick and line them up on the counter. Like a firing squad.
“Knock, knock,” Josie says as she pounds on the door.
I yank it open with a frown. “I haven’t even set the timer yet.”
“Okay,” she shrugs, leaning against the door. “And then we need to talk.”
Her serious expression puts me on edge, but I tap the timer on my phone and look up at my best friend. “We are talking.”
“No, honey. We need to have a serious conversation.” She’s holding up her phone. “I went back to the messages and that night we went out was months ago, Sophie. Months!”
I nod my head, my voice catching a little. “Yeah, life’s been a whirlwind. Tank’s drama, his arrest, work going to hell, and then bam, jobless. My head’s been... elsewhere.” I try to laugh it off, but it’s a half-hearted attempt. “Big mistake, I get it. Can’t turn back time, can I?” I side-eye the pregnancy tests, those damn things, perched on the countertop like they’re crowning me queen of bad decisions.