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And without flipping the card over, I drop it into a garbage can.
It’s for the best,I tell myself.
Nate and I will always have London, but that’s all we can ever have.
chapter eleven
PAIGE
Two Months Later
“Let’s go.”Ana pulls the covers off me and glares daggers my way.
“Did you break into my house?” I groan, swiping at the edge of the covers so I can pull it back over me.
“You gave me a key,” she says dryly.
“In case of an emergency,” I mutter.
“And you refusing to get out of bed is an emergency.” She sighs and sits on the edge of my mattress. “You do this every weekend, and I miss my best friend. You work your ass off during the required hours, and then you hide away in your house every night and weekend.”
“I’m tired,” I choke out.
“No, you’re heartbroken,” she argues.
“It was only a fling. Not long enough to be heartbroken over.”
“The heart doesn’t know time. It knows feelings, and you caught feelings for this guy. But you made your choice to walk away. You threw away the cardwith his information, and now, it’s time to move on.”
“I’d rather sleep,” I grumble. “I’m tired, and I don’t feel good.”
“Do you think you’ve caught something?” she asks in concern.
Yeah, I’ve caught something all right. And if my calculations are correct, in November, my sickness will end when I push a baby out of me.
I’ve been throwing up almost every day for the past few weeks. I’m not an idiot. I know what this means. But I’m choosing to remain in denial. Because if I am pregnant, what the hell am I going to do?
“I’m fine,” I say, not wanting to voice my concerns yet. That will make it real.
“Okay, then get up. Today is our book club and barbecue.”
Damn it, I forgot about that.
Every month, we read a new romance novel and get together to talk about it, along with Kira, and Kira’s husband, Ryder. After we’ve discussed it, we go online—Ana has an online group, where they all read it as well—and talk about it with the group.
After I’m showered and dressed, I follow Ana back to her place in my car so I can drive home later. When we walk in, Kira, Ryder, and Ana’s husband, Julian, are sitting on the couch, chatting, while the kids are running around and playing.
“Hi, Auntie Paige!” Kingston, Ana and Julian’s almost two-year-old son, calls out from where he’ssetting up his train tracks. The boy is obsessed with trains.
“Hey, King.”
Julian comes over and gives me a quick kiss on my cheek, and then Ana, Kira, Ryder, and I head into the library so we can start our book club discussion.
Waiting for us is a table filled with food. My stomach growls since I haven’t eaten today, but I make it a point to take it slow, hoping it will all stay down.
“I knew she was pregnant,” Kira says, snapping me from my thoughts.
“What?” I breathe.How the hell could she know I’m?—