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He exhaled hard. “Wanted you, but … you were my friend too. I mean, really my friend. You didn’t want nothing but me. To talk to me, to spend time…”

Silence.

“I knew you wanted more, but you didn’t push. Missed you when you were gone and I couldn’t tell you shit, talk to you about stuff.”

My turn to sigh.

“Liz?”

“Yeah?”

“What are we gonna do?” He sounded almost afraid.

I gave in and rolled onto my side, all the better to watch him. If only he looked worse in profile. Instead, the dominant nose and plush lips seemed almost majestic somehow. The bastard. I inched closer, studying him. Eyelids closed, lips sealed shut. His forehead had smoothed out in repose, the curve of his cheekbones so obvious. I’d never really gotten to stare at him to my heart’s content. All the same old feelings rushed up inside, only now there was more. So much more. A tiny bit of him and me was growing inside my body, making a permanent connection between us. It was kind of terrifying. I wondered if she’d have his mouth or his eyes.

The room stayed silent.

“Ben?”

I waited, but he said no more, his breathing falling into a deep, even pattern. Then the snoring started. I reared back in surprise. Holy fucking hell. He had to be kidding me. I covered my head with the pillow, resisting the urge to smother him with his. A chain saw duel to the death would be quieter than the commotion currently going down in his nasal region.

“Ben,” I cried into the pillow, throwing in a scream or two of frustration for good measure, and more than a couple of tears.

This guy and me, we were doomed from the start.

*   *   *

“Time to wake up.” I ever so gently kicked the bed.

The man sprawled out spread-eagle across it didn’t even move. Sadly for him, Sleeping Beauty’s time had come.

“Ben!”

His head shot up, eyes dazed and confused. “Huh?”

“Wake up. It’s nearly eleven.”

I set his coffee on the bedside table, then wandered over to the other side of the room to sip my own. Also to throw back the curtains, because I’m mean on broken dreams and limited sleep.

He blinked, yawned, and shied back from the light of day like a vampire. The dude definitely didn’t sparkle, however. Nor did he smell particularly fresh.

Out of all the many fantasies I’d had about him, his waking up in my room looking like roadkill hadn’t featured strongly. Yet, even with his clothes and hair all askew, and stinking of sweat and beer, there was just something about him. Something magnetic, urging me to get closer, and closer still.

Stupid me. Probably just pregnancy hormones or something running rife.

“Lizzy.”

“Yeah?”

“Ah, shit,” he groaned. “Davie listened to me. He should have just dumped me back at my hotel.”

No comment. “Coffee’s there beside you.”

“Thanks.” Slowly, he sat up, rubbing at his head. Then he looked around the room, taking it all in as if for the first time. Which it pretty much was. His eyes lingered on the cheap Japanese woodblock prints I’d picked up at the markets, and my stuffed bookcase. The stack of laundry waiting for a day when I wasn’t busy feeling like I was about to start yet again puking my guts up. No doubt the scene was a dramatic comedown compared to what he had to be used to. I’d imagine chandeliers, marble, lots of splendor. Glamorous models in the place of one pasty-faced girl with wet hair and old jeans and an equally worn sweater that’d shrunk in the wash.

Whatever.

“We need to talk,” I said.

He froze, and fair enough. Honestly, those four words had to be the most loathed between two people, ever. They were basically a death knell, right up there with
we can still be friends.
Except he and I had never gotten that far.

“Yeah, we do.” He took a gulp of hot coffee, watching me over the rim of his cup the entire time. “Why you hiding over there? Scared I’m going to get physical or something?”

“No.” I sat on the edge of the bed. “Just wanted to keep out of your way in case you felt the need to bolt again.”

He coughed out a laugh. “Ouch.”

I shrugged. Then I felt guilty. Then I remembered the snoring and stood tall once more.

“Look,” he said, turning his head my way. “Whatever you need from me, okay?”

My mouth opened, shut. “Thank you.”

His fingers flexed around the cup of coffee. “You want to keep it, right?”

“Yes.”

A nod.

I took a deep breath, reaching deep inside for some strength. Time to get on with the business of letting him off the hook and out of my life. No tears or tantrums. We were beyond that now. “I know you didn’t want to have children, Ben. That you like your life as it is. So if you—”

“I never said that,” he bit out.

“Yes, you did. Last night.”

“Lizzy.” Dark eyes pinned me in place. “Hold up. What I say when I’m drunk off my ass doesn’t mean a damn thing, all right?”

Given how many interesting things he’d said, I wasn’t so sure about that. “All right.”

“Do not use that against me.” His nostrils flared as he took a big breath. “Last night … you kind of caught me off guard with this.”

“It kind of caught me off guard too,” I said, struggling to keep my voice from going all fishwife on his ass. “I didn’t want to tell you under those conditions, Ben. It just happened. You can thank your new girlfriend for being so discreet.”

He flinched. Direct hit, ten points.

“Look, what I’m trying to say here is that it’s my decision to have this baby. And if you decide that you don’t want us impacting on your life, then I understand.” I curled an arm around my middle, hunching in on myself. “That’s all.”

Slowly, Ben rose to his feet, setting the coffee cup aside. “You think I would do that to you?”

“In this situation, I honestly have no idea how you’re going to react.”

“You’re just expecting the worst.”

“Last night—”

His hand cut through the air. “Do not repeat what I said last night.”

I said nothing.

Then he must have realized how bad it all looked and sounded. The anger in his eyes calmed, his stance relaxing. “Shit. Sorry. I didn’t mean to raise my voice.”

“What do you want me to do here, Ben?” I threw my hands in the air. “Give me a clue. I’m pregnant. Neither of us planned it. We’ve barely even talked since that night in Vegas, and now you’re seeing someone new. What do I do?”

“Give me a chance to catch up.”

I just stared at him, trying to keep my cool. Took two to tango, yada yada.

“I’m serious.” His shoulders heaved up and down. “Just give me a chance to catch up and I promise, Lizzy, I will have your back.”

It sounded so promising. Honest to god, it really did. “What about your girlfriend?”

“She’s got nothing to do with this.” He didn’t even hesitate. “This is just between you and me.”

“Right.” Any issues I had with the woman and her place in his life were mine. Sucked to be me. “Okay.”

He picked up his coffee, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he drank deep. “I’ll, ah, get the lawyers to start drawing up some papers.”

“Lawyers?”

A sharp nod.

“You’re going to need money—living expenses, whatever. They’ll get that all sorted out. Make sure you’re looked after.”

“Oh.” I stared at the rumpled bed, my mind in a whirl.

“That okay?”

“I guess I was hoping we could keep this just between you and me. But you’re right. You need to protect yourself.”

“Lizzy, I don’t mean I think you’re going to try and rip me off or something.”

“I’d hope not, considering I haven’t asked you for a single thing.”

Wow. Talk about looking uncomfortable. His tongue worked behind his cheek as he glared at the view out my bedroom window. Guess the tree out there really had done him wrong.

“The rent on this place is paid and I have a job, so I’m fine for now. But you get your lawyers to do whatever.” I rubbed at the sudden pain between my eyes. This conversation was enough to give anyone a headache. “Guess I better get one too.”

He pushed his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. Then he changed his mind, sat, and started putting on his shoes. “It’s best if we get all that official stuff sorted up front, you know?”

No, in all honesty, I really didn’t know. He’d just clearly demonstrated as much. My stomach performed a particularly nauseating somersault maneuver and I swallowed hard, fighting back the urge to puke. Gah. What I needed was a cracker. A cracker would solve everything. With all due haste, I hustled ass into the tiny kitchen and got busy feeding my face. This at least I had under control. Nothing I could do about Ben and his lawyers and whatever. But fetching a cracker? Now that was within my command.

Bean and I would be fine.

Fuck the world and all the rest.

“I gotta go,” he said, now avoiding my eyes from the all-new position of the living room. Awesome. Once he left, he’d have to get a new hobby. Maybe he could work at forgetting my name or something. “There’s a practice session I need to get to. Tour kicks off soon, so things are really busy right now. Thanks for being cool about me crashing here. It won’t happen again.”

“Sure,” I said.

“And don’t worry about money or working extra hours. I’ll get that all sorted out.”

“Great.” And it was great, but it was also cold and businesslike. “Thanks.”

He mumbled some other stuff, but I just kind of tuned out. It was nothing I wanted to hear. How depressing this day had turned. I hated everything and everyone and anything else I could possibly think of. Apart from Bean. She was the innocent one in all of this mess.

God, sex sucked.

Never, ever would I do it again. Not even a little.

Also, there was a sad lack of cake at this pity party. Enough. I needed to shake this shit off. Get my mojo back. I’m positive pregnant women are supposed to glow or something. I just needed to find my light. Perhaps I’d go for a drive, get some fresh air. A solid idea. Right now, getting as far away from here as I possibly could sounded delightful, and my car was something special. It’d been waiting for me at the airport upon our return from Vegas. Mal had, as promised, gotten me a baby blue 1967 Mustang GT for my birthday. Best present ever. It was the prettiest heavy metal beast on the block. Ben looked vaguely panicked every time he laid eyes on the vehicle.

But yeah, my car was awesome.

A pity it wouldn’t be suitable for transporting a baby around in, having only two doors. I’d just have to make the most of my beauty while I still could. Given that I had a whole day to myself, that meant driving out to the coast.

“Later, Liz.”

“Later.” I raised a cracker in salute, but he was already gone. And, for once, my heart couldn’t quite bring itself to care.

CHAPTER SIX

Voices hit me as soon as I stepped through the apartment building’s front door. Loud voices, and lots of them. Odd. Lauren hadn’t mentioned anything about throwing a party tonight. Wait. My mistake. Those weren’t party time voices. No, these were pissed in the nonalcoholic way.

I jogged up the steps, unbuttoning my coat. For a car that predated me, the Mustang ran spectacularly well. Its heating could be a little iffy, however, especially if you liked to crack open the window now and then to feel the ice-cold wind on your face. Silly, I know. It was just something I felt the need to indulge in every once in a while.

The hallway was brighter than usual, a light from the second floor shining out. I hastened up my steps.

Holy shit. My front door had been smashed off its hinges.

“… expect a twenty-one-year-old girl to manage with a baby—” That was my sister’s voice.

“Like I said before, she won’t be doing it alone.” And that was Ben’s.

“Because you’ll get your shit sorted and get married to her. Right, baby daddy?” Crap. That was Mal, and he sounded even angrier than he’d been the night before. “You’ll do the right thing and give up the single lifestyle with a different woman every night, won’t you? ’Cause you’re so fucking known for seeing shit through.”

“Man, we’ve been over this already—”

“Yeah. And you’re still not saying the right things. Do you get that?”

The living room was certainly crowded, that’s for sure. Ben, Anne, and Mal were facing off in the middle. Clearly, two against one. While Sam the security guy and Lauren watched on from the sidelines, for some reason.

“Guys,” I said.

They argued on.

“Guys!”

Still nothing.

Finally, I put two fingers in my mouth and let loose with an earsplitting whistle. A talent I’d perfected in my younger years. Useful for annoying the living shit out of my sister, if nothing else. The noise even rattled my own head.

Nothing but silence followed.

“Hi. How are you all?” I stood in what remained of the splintered frame. “I’d really like to know what happened to my door.”

“Lizzy,” said Ben, exhaling hard. “Thank fuck. Been worried sick about you.”

“Where have you been?” My sister rushed forward, catching me up in a tight hug. “I’ve been trying to call you all day. We checked everywhere and couldn’t find you.”

“Sorry. I just needed some alone time.” I squeezed her back, unable to stop from smiling. The thought of Anne turning her back on me had scared me more than I liked to admit.

“Well, I get you might want that.” She stepped back. “But you could have told someone.”

“You can’t just disappear like that.” And Ben kept right on frowning. “Shit, Liz, you’re pregnant.”

“Don’t upset her,” snapped Anne.

Ben ignored her. “I don’t know what the hell’s going on in your head. But you need to let me know where you are.”

My eyebrows went up and my mouth opened, ready to rip him a new one.

“She doesn’t answer to you. She’ll let you know if and when she decides to let you know,” said Mal, laying down the law to his bandmate before turning my way. “You will text your sister next time you decide to go wandering for a day, understood?”

My mouth, it still hung open.

“Christ, man.” Over and over, Ben’s hands rolled into tight fists before releasing again. “Can you cut the shit and get off my back for a fucking minute?”