My lips spread into a sideways grin. I don’t miss the way she watches my mouth.
“Only everyone I know.”
“I bet—” She breaks off when the door abruptly opens and a tall brunette dressed in leather pants, heels, and a mesh top stumbles in the door.
“Oh,” the woman says when she sees Alyssia and me.
“This is my roommate, Gina.” Alyssia moves between me and the woman.
A frown now surfaces as I recall that Alyssia shouldn’t be on her damn feet.
I extend my hand.
The roommate blinks, looks from Alyssia to me and back to her again. A smirk crosses her mouth. “It’s about time you got some. What’s it been? Two years?”
She looks at me. “Damn, you’re cute, too.”
“I’m Travis,” I say.
“Okay.” She shrugs and shakes my hand. “Hey, these were in the mailbox for you. Looks like another one of those grad school programs you’re always receiving information about and this one from your OB,” the roommate announces.
“Thank you.” Alyssia quickly snatches the papers and places them behind her back.
“Hope you weren’t thinking about grad school because you got laid off. Sounds like a good idea and all, but all that added debt, and you still have your half of the rent to pay. Hey, why did your OB send mail?”
Alyssia peers up at me.
“No reason,” she answers her roommate. “Listen?—”
“What are you pregnant or something?” Gina asks off-handedly, sorting through her own mail.
The silence that falls over the room is the answer her roommate obviously intended to be a goofy joke.
My dislike for this woman started the moment she interrupted us. It mounts by the second.
I don’t give a shit that she lives here either. They don’t seem to be actual friends.
“No freaking way! First you get laid off and now you’re pregnant. I’m not paying for the increased rent for a third tenant. And you know I’m a sensitive sleeper. Icannotlive with a baby. I?—”
“Won’t have to worry about it,” I say.
“I won’t?”
“She won’t?”
She and Alyssia reply at the same time.
“Looks like you’ve been out all night,” I reply to Gina, giving her the last moments of my attention I plan on sparing her. “We need some privacy.”
Her mouth opens and closes a few times, and she tries to look at Alyssia, but I don’t budge. Yeah, this might be her apartment, but Alyssia is now my business.
Once the roommate leaves, I turn back to Alyssia. “Breakfast will be here in about ten minutes.”
She raises an eyebrow.
“And my driver will be here in thirty to take us to our doctor’s appointment.”
CHAPTER 11
