“You get me.” My hand rested against her waist while the train carried us forward.
She looked down at me through those oversized sunglasses.
“You’re addictive, you know.”
“I know.”
I pulled her closer and kissed her slowly.
The countryside rushed past the windows.
The train cabin quiet around us.
And the tension between us building again.
And I fucked her good in that cabin.
I’m sure she will never forget it either…
CHAPTER 49
Naomi
BACK IN LOS ANGELES…
“The Math Wasn’t Mathing”
My guest bathroom smelled like lavender and nerves. I sat on the edge of the tub staring at the plastic stick on the counter like it might start talking back to me.
Two pink lines.
That’s all it takes to change your life.
My hands were shaking a little, because I didn’t already know.
I’d been feeling it for weeks.
The nausea in the mornings.
The heaviness in my chest.
The way my body just felt… different.
Women know.
We always know.
The problem was the math.
And the math wasn’t adding up the way I needed it to.
I rubbed my temples.
Because if I were being honest with myself…
It didn’t feel like Trevon’s baby.
Trevon.
