She nods her head but lowers her eyes and purses her lips. “Of course. I’ll see you around, I guess.”
“For sure, Sugar. For sure.”
Then I slip my coat and boots on and practically sprint out the door. I reach my truck and start it, staring at the door to Posy’s little house.
Did I do the right thing? I don’t know. But I hurt her and I need to think. Because the feelings swirling around in my gut, are scaring the hell out of me.
A wild, weird, stupid piece of me hopes that I fucked up and she gets pregnant with my kid and she never leaves.
Shaking my head, I put the truck in gear and pull away. Because I know that can’t happen. She’s a free spirit and she’ll leave.
Just like Alicia.
CHAPTER 12
Posy
It’s been weeks. I haven’t seen Stone for weeks. He took off right after we had sex and every time I call, he talks to me but it’s so damn stilted. Nothing like the teasing man he used to be.
Everyone in town has noticed too. Sly little glances thrown my way and I’m sure they know he was here that night since he had his older brother drive my car home while his cousin stayed to get him.
My cheeks flush in the store and I fight to keep my eyes up. I’ve never been the woman that sleeps around so the little sneers have my heart sinking to my toes.
It might be time to go.
My stomach churns and an unfamiliar gurgle rumbles out, my mouth filling with saliva.
Darting to the bathroom, I slam the door closed just in time to push my head into the toilet and lose my breakfast. Heaving, tears rolling down my cheeks, I groan and lean against the cool tile walls of the bathroom.
The lock rattles and a familiar woman’s voice calls, “Posy? Are you alright?”
Cringing, I holler, “Yeah. I’m good.” I flush the toilet and stagger to my feet, my stomach heaving again. “Oh please,” I mutter. “Stop.”
Washing my hands, I grab the door and pull it open. Stone’s mother stands there, her hands clasped in front of her. “Are you okay, Posy? You looks so pale. I can take you to the doctor. I can get you right in. He owes me a favor. We got him the sweetest little pony for his niece.”
“I’m good. I think I have the flu. I just need to get home.”
My stomach rolls again and I can feel everything sliding around me. “Whoa.”
Stone’s mom catches me and mutters. “You need to see the doctor.”
“I’m good, Stone’s mom. I just need to get home.”
“How long have you been sick?” She puts her palm on my forehead and sighs. “No fever.”
“I probably ate something bad then.”
Her green eyes, so familiar that they make my eyes well with tears, search mine.
“Is it that time of the month? I have bad turns sometimes with those damn things.”
My brain screeches to a halt. I should have had my period last week and I didn’t.
“Oh, honey. You aren’t?” She points at my belly and smiles so big that I’m surprised she can get her lips closed.
“No. NO! I can’t be.”
“You better get a test and check.”
