It’s been six weeks since I’ve seen him and six weeks where parts of that night have been running on a loop in my head. The moment he pulled his shirt off his shoulders and the second his mouth trailed along the path to my panties. I’m pretty sure he plunged his cock inside of me so hard that I gasped, the way only he can make me feel.
We transpired, but it’s something we clearly needed to get out.
Skin-to-skin does things to people, and it’s only caused mixed emotions in me since. I replay our marriage, and I question my choices, but then I remind myself that everything happens for a reason and thinking our road ended, but it turns out it was only a detour.
Leaving the warmth of his bed the moment I woke doesn’t add any points for me either. It was just too confronting, and what were we going to do? Chat over eggs and coffee? And now? I’m not sure what he’ll think of me.
I grab a cracker from the cupholder because I’ve been keeping a stash there for the whole forty-minute drive, and just as I’m mid-chomp, the sound of a siren hits my ears. Quickly, I glance in the rear-view mirror to see a police car.
Groaning, I turn the wheel and pull onto the side of the road onto the white gravel that crunches under my tires. The light from the police car twirls red and blue in my side-view mirror, and I already feel as though I’ll need to offer an overdone smile.
I roll down the window before turning my engine off. I slouch back into my seat and wonder what the hell I’ve done. It’s probably only a broken taillight or something.
I stare at the crackers, the kind with that fake cheese in the middle, and debate if now is the time to snack, but my stomach is a little wavy.
The sound of steps on gravel grows louder until in the corner of my eye, I see a uniform.
“Miss, you’re going a little too slow.”
No. Oh no.
That timbre is more than familiar.
Just as Carter rests his arm on the roof of the car and leans in, I slowly turn with a lopsided smile. I glance up, and he looks down.
Boom.
We both feel the match that lights tension on fire.
“Rosie.” Theremaybe a little disdain in his voice.
“Sheriff Carter,” I reply curtly. My formality causes a twitch on the corner of his mouth.
“You’re back in town, I see.” He stands taller and rolls his shoulders back, adjusting to our unplanned meeting.
“Actually…”
Abruptly, he opens the door. “Get out of the car.”
Wait, what? “Uhm, why?”
“You know people get tickets for going too slow?”
“I was concerned by a squirrel crossing the road,” I lie.
He steps to the side, still indicating for me to get out of the car. Obliging, I do, a little irritated but purely because he’s hiding behind that sexy badge and uniform of his and not telling me what he is really thinking for our first encounter since our sex-crazed night.
“Why are you back in Everhope?” He stares at me peculiarly yet with curiousity.
“Actually, I was on the search for…”
Really? Now? This baby decides this is the moment to do this to me? That horrible rolling vomit travels up my body, and I begin to gag. The next thing I know, I lean to the side to puke all over the ground. I avoid examining the ground that has fallen victim to my bodily fluids. My mouth tastes disgusting and the smell rancid. And when I look up as I trudge my body slowly back to standing, I see that Carter’s brows are raised with a shade of concern in his eyes but also uncertainty of what the hell just happened.
“I’m pregnant.” It bolts out of my mouth completely unplanned, but for some reason, my subconscious decided to just go for it. I touch my mouth as if my lips can confirm what I just said. None of this is going the way I planned.
His piercing brown eyes flutter then squeeze shut, only to open a second later. An uneasy grin begins to drag across his mouth. “You’re kidding me, right?” He thinks I’m joking.
I shake my head to his question and remain serious. “I came to tell you. Not like this, obviously.” I hold up a finger to pause him when I begin to lurch, only to drop my hands to my thighs as I hunch over, prepared to throw up again, but then it begins to fade away and I’m in the clear. “Phew. False alarm.”
