I rub my hands down my face as I try to calm myself. I could yell at her until I am blue in the face, but it’s just not worth it.
Dropping my hands, I see Lance standing in the doorway, his brows pulled in as he hangs off the frame. “We are leaving in half an hour. Lowell is looking for you.”
“Yeah, I will be down in a minute,” I tell him, composing myself and returning to my suitcase. I don’t want Lance to see my hurt. I need the girls. Or my Mase.
35
Nina
I’min the kitchen washing up when the girls arrive. They are later than I expected, and because of that, I’ve not been able to stop pottering around the penthouse—the need to get the test over and done with too much.
Mason texted me half an hour ago to check in, but I didn’t reply. He is out on a stag do and I don’t want to lie to him. He has had enough trauma this year. He doesn’t need to know that I am stressing over this.
Especially when I don’t know whatthisis.
“Sorry we are late,” Lucy sings as she dumps the bags of shopping on the counter. “We stopped in at Tesco’s, but I knew the cashier so I had to bail and go to the pharmacy instead.”
“What’s all this?” I open the bags she placed on the counter.
They are filled with junk.
“The stuff from Tesco’s. I couldn’t just buy a test, and I wedged it in the magazines when I spotted Annie on the checkout and just brought this. She totally knew I was being sketchy.”
“For goodness’ sake. Only you.” I smile, shaking my head at her.
“We got the test. Four actually,” Megan tells me as she walks into the kitchen.
“Four?”
“We read up on false negatives and faulty pee.”
“Faulty pee? That’s not a thing.” I laugh out loud awkwardly, and they both turn to look at me.
“Well, no, I’m sure it’s not, but time of day and shit,” Megan says with a shrug. “It’s something to do with your hormones.”
“Right. Give it here.” I hold my hand out.
“You’re going to do it now?” Lucy asks.
“Yeah, pass it over. I want to get this over with, then sink a bottle of wine.”
I take the test Megan holds out to me and walk into the lounge and towards the stairs. I pause when I spot Scarlet sitting on the sofa.
“Scar? You okay?”
She spins, her phone clutched tight in her hand. “Uh, yeah. Sorry, just on the phone.”
I cringe. “Sorry!”
Spinning on my heel, I leave her to it and head for the bedroom with all four of my tests, hoping that I don’t have ‘faulty pee’.
* * *
Mase
The night has gone as expected.It’s trashy. Top shelf trashy, but still trashy. The music is blaring, the club alive with the thrumming atmosphere.
Greg has his arm thrown around a blonde as he sips his scotch, a cigar in his hand. He is a great bloke—as a friend. But I can’t help but feel sorry for his soon-to-be wife.
