My eyes narrow, and jealousy surges through me. “Excuse me?”
“You know, with all the outside work I do.” He grins. “Gardening, construction, stuff like that. Why, what did you think I meant?”
I look away. I shouldn’t be this jealous. I have no right to be. He’s my friend. Nothing more. He can be with whomever he wants to. Do whatever he wants.
Yet the idea of him touching another person in a sexual way makes my eyes sting. My head is in too much of a mess for this right now.
“Hey,” his voice softens. He lightly grips my chin, guiding my head towards him. “I’m just joking, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t put a shirt on. I was more worried about getting you seen.”
And now I feel like a dumb-ass. “It’s fine,” I tell him. “It’s not a big deal, really. I’m just nervous.”
His eyes search mine, his thumb brushing along my jawline ever so slightly. My body breaks out in goosebumps, and I suppress a shiver.
His voice is a low, soothing murmur, his lids lowering as he holds my gaze. “If you don’t like anyone seeing me without a shirt on, I’ll make sure to keep it on.”
Oh god. I’m totally fucked.
“Lexi, the doctor will see you now.”
Damn it, Amy! Great damn timing.
Emmett pulls back, making me almost whimper at the loss, but not before he brushes his thumb against my lower lip.
My stomach warms, and slick pools between my legs. Well, that's new.
I’m perfuming, there’s no way I can hide it. He says nothing, though, taking my hand and helping me to my feet.
We head back to one of the exam rooms. “I’ll wait for you in the waiting room,” Emmett says, letting go of my hand.
“Wait!” I rush out, grabbing his hand back as panic spikes through me. “Stay. Please?”
He doesn’t hesitate, nodding his head. “Of course."
He must think I’m overreacting, being so nervous, but what he doesn’t know is that I have a good feeling. I know why I’ve been feeling dizzy lately. And there’s a lot more he doesn’t know that is going to piss him off when he finds out.
The doctor doesn’t take long to come in. “Hey, Lexi. How are you?” She smiles as she comes into the room.
“I’ve been better, I guess.”
“What brings you in today?”
Emmett answers for me. “She’s been feeling dizzy a lot over the past week. And despite what she keeps telling me, I don’t think it’s the heat or not eating enough.”
Dr. Herrera turns to me with concern. “Have you fainted?”
“No.” I shake my head. “Just light-headed, like a head rush every time I stand.”
“Every time?!” Emmett’s brows furrow as he glares a hole into the side of my head.
I keep my eyes on the doctor as my heart palpitates. “Are there any other symptoms? Vomiting, loss of appetite?”
Swallowing hard, I say. “Both.”
“Both?” Emmett whispers, sounding distraught. “Lexi, what the hell? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because it’s not a big deal, okay? I thought maybe it was the flu.” It’s a futile defense. We’re close enough that we tell each other just about everything. No matter how big or small, even if it’s embarrassing. Although I’ve been holding back on the latter a lot more lately, seeming to care more about what Emmett thinks of me.
“Do you think there’s a chance you might be pregnant?” the doctor asks and Emmett lets out a choked sound.
