Page 95 of Mr. Edwards

“I’m not.”

Her eyes widen to saucers. “Is that why you went to Grayson’s?” I nod. “You think it’s his? How is that even possible?”

I grimace. “We kind of had sex at your wedding,” I admit, looking everywhere but her.

“How?”

“You know, he put appendageAin slotB.”

She rolls her eyes, sliding the mug of coffee over to me. “Very funny, bitch. I’ve got a kid; I know how babies are made. I mean when?”

“After the bridal waltz. He followed me into thehouse and we ended up having hot monkey sex against the bathroom wall in the Black mansion.”

“Holy shit-balls.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“You know, having sex at your wedding.”

“Please,” she says, flicking her hand in front of her. “God, only last week Ashton and I had sex on the side of the highway in his Aston Martin. We were coming home from our date night… his mom was watching Charlie. You know how small that car is, one of my legs was hanging out the window.”

I laugh, trying not to picture it in my head. That’s not like the sweet Emma I know. “La-la-la-la-la.” I put my fingers in my ears as I say it.

She rolls her eyes. “When you have to factor in kids, you’ve got to take every opportunity you can get. Charlie is a grade-A cockblock… Ashton’s words, not mine.”

Taking a sip of my coffee, I turn my face away from her, staring out the back window to the ocean beyond. I can’t look at her when I say the next part.

“We had sex right before he stormed out of the wedding and got in his car.”

“Oh crap.”

She knows where I’m going with this. “He was angry and upset. It’s all my fault, Em. I’m the reason he crashed.”

The last few months have been hard; I’ve struggled with it all. The guilt I’ve been carrying around is almost unbearable.

She reaches for my hand. “It was an accident; it was nobody’s fault.”

It’s sweet of her to say that, but I know better.

Once she has her coffee made, she comes to sit beside me. “So, you think you might be pregnant, hey?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t been sick or anything.”

“Not all bodies are the same. Some women don’t get sick at all, others can be debilitated by it.”

“Well, I guess I’ll know once I take the test.”

She raises the cup in her hand, bringing it to her mouth. “We’ll do it straight after this. What did Grayson say when you told him?”

“I didn’t get that far. I asked him if we could talk and he said, too little too late and slammed the door in my face.”

“He’s just hurt, Car. I know he still cares about you.”

“I’m not sure about that. I think he hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you. What are you going to do if you are? You’ve always said you never wanted kids.”