“I’m genuinely sorry about what I said,” I blurt as I get close to her.
She looks up, surprise on her pretty face. She’s young, just nineteen to Sam’s twenty-four, but she’s smart, beautiful, and incredibly talented. She’s never so much as looked at me cross-eyed so there really was no reason to insult her. I was just in a perpetual bad mood and she was an easy target.
“I’ve been dealing with…something,” I continue when she doesn’t say anything. “It wasn’t fair to take it out on you. I really am sorry.”
“Oh, it’s okay, Tate.” She reaches out and wraps her arms around me tightly. “And if you need to talk—I know you guys don’t like to open up to each other when you’re dealing with emotions—I’m always here.”
Fuck, she’s so damn nice.
“Thank you,” I whisper, giving her an extra squeeze. “And if I ever talk to you like that again, give me a smack, okay?”
She smiles. “Deal.”
“Everything okay?” Ever protective, Sam joins us, sliding an arm around her waist.
“We’re good,” she tells him. “Now come take a picture with me.”
He lets her drag him away but he glances back and gives me a slight nod.
Well, at least one thing in my life is back on track.
Now if I could just figure out what the fuck I’m going to do about the Summer situation, I might be able to breathe again. Or sleep.
It’s late before Angus and I have a chance to talk. We meet at the hotel bar and order two beers. Then we just sit there in awkward silence as I try to come up with the right words to tell him what’s going on. I need to talk to someone but for some reason I’ve been reluctant to tell the band what’s going on. Almost like if I don’t tell anyone maybe it’s not real.
But those test results in my inbox are definitely real.
I have the charge on my credit card to prove it.
Since I can’t come up with any words, I open my email and pull up the one with the test results. Then I pass the phone to Angus.
He’s a smart guy. It might take a minute, but he’ll figure out what it is pretty quickly.
“What is…” He stops, squints, and then his expression shifts slightly as he reads. “Oh, shit.”
“Exactly.” I take a pull from a bottle of Sam Adams Summer Ale.
Summer.
Fucking Summer.
One minute I’m furious with her and the next I want to kiss her.
It doesn’t make any fucking sense.
“So what are you guys going to do?”
“I have no idea but apparently she went to the abortion clinic and couldn’t go through with it.”
“Okay. So you’re going to have a baby.”
“I guess.”
“You guess?” He looks confused. “Either she’s pregnant and keeping it or she’s not.”
“I don’t know!” I snap, guzzling the rest of my beer and then setting the bottle down with a thump. “I haven’t talked to her.”
“Since when?”
