Tossing the test into the trash, she stepped out of the stall and washed her hands, thinking about what to do next.
As huge as this was, she couldn’t be more than a few weeks along. There was time to figure out how to handle it. But her last final was in an hour. She needed to focus on that right now. Telling Brogan about the pregnancy could come later.
14
BROGAN
Amy’s finals were now over, and she had a two month break until her fall semester began. She’d been under a lot of stress and looking tired lately, but he could tell that a weight had lifted off her shoulders. She was smiling as they walked across campus, and he liked the way the sunlight shone off her silky brown hair and made her eyes sparkle.
Taking her back to his apartment, he thought about the pleasure he felt in the face of her happiness. As much as he didn’t want to care about her, he couldn’t keep denying to himself that he did.
“I can’t believe I’m finally done with this semester,” she said as they arrived at the apartment. “It wasn’t easy, but I did it.”
“We should celebrate. What do you want for dinner?” Brogan asked, opening the door of the apartment. “I’ll order something for delivery.”
Her face lit up with a smile. “Chicken Alfredo?”
“You got it. I know the perfect place to order from.”
Amy took a shower while he placed the order, coming out of her room dressed in a large T-shirt that fell off one shoulder and a pair of shorts. Over the last few weeks, he’d noticed that she liked to wear comfortable clothes when they were home, and tiny shorts seemed to be her favorite. He had no complaints about that.
Dinner arrived quickly, and they sat together at the dining table to eat. Amy declined a glass of wine, which surprised him. She liked to have one with dinner most nights, saying it helped her relax. But he got her the water she wanted and they settled into their seats to eat. He had something important to tell her, but he held off for a while, worried that she might not be happy about it.
Amy spent most of the meal talking about her last final exam, telling him what she was confident about and what made her nervous. He didn’t understand a lot of it, having no medical knowledge himself, but he listened. Her voice had a lovely rhythm to it, and he felt like he could listen to it all the time, even if he didn’t understand what she said. It wasn’t the words that mattered. It was soothing.
Finally, he knew he needed to tell her what was going on. Clearing his throat, he sat down his fork.
“I need to tell you something,” he said.
“I…uh….I actually need to tell you something too.” She looked nervous, biting her lip. “You go first.”
“We’ve found out where Leo is.”
Amy looked startled for a moment, blinking slowly at him as she processed his words.
“We’re going after him tomorrow night, and I fully intend to get revenge for you.”
“Revenge?” She gulped.
“They abducted you because of him. He needs to pay.”
“But what if you get hurt?”
Brogan let out a whoosh of air as he realized that her hesitation wasn’t about objecting to him hurting Leo. It was about her concern for him.
It moved him in a way that he’d never felt before. Amy didn’t want anything bad to happen to him. She really was an angel that was far too good for him.
“I won’t get hurt,” he assured her. “I’ll be completely focused on the mission and no one can get the best of me when I’m like that.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re so cocky.”
“You like it.”
The heat in her eyes was answer enough, but she suddenly stood and came over to him. Brogan pushed his chair back and pulled her onto his lap. Amy’s light giggle drove all other thoughts away. A need for her took up all the space he had in his head, and he pulled her mouth down to his for a searing kiss. He was going to make her forget all about her concerns.
She was sitting sideways on his lap, her arms looped around his neck. He licked her bottom lip before plunging his tongue inside of her mouth, tangling with her own. He ran his hands down her back, grabbing her ass with both hands.
Amy pushed her chest against his, and he could feel her hard nipples even through the fabric of their shirts. She must not have been wearing a bra. He broke their kiss to trail his lips about her jawline. Amy gasped when he nipped at her earlobe, and he loved how responsive she was. He couldn’t keep his hands in one place for long. Cupping her breasts through her shirt, he considered sweeping everything off the table to lay her out on top of the polished wooden surface, but he didn’t want to have to deal with the cleanup later.
