He had no idea who she was, but she sounded completely comfortable with him, so Baz had to assume he knew her. “Yeah, hey.”
“I thought for sure you’d call me today. I expected you to come by after I got back from brunch.”
Ah, hell.
Baz’s stomach roiled, his eyes shooting to JJ.
Nope, no way was she too preoccupied to notice. She was staring back at him, clearly waiting for him to say something.
Because he had no explanation for either woman, he stepped out of the room, opting for a little privacy. “How’d you get my number?”
“I called myself from your phone. Then I programmed mine into yours, silly. I didn’t want you to forget to get it. Which you did,” she said in a singsong voice. “So, would you like to come over?”
He was able to answer with a resounding, “I can’t.”
“You can’t? Or you won’t?”
Yeah, this wasn’t good.
“Look, Molly, last night…”
“Was amazing,” she filled in. “So amazing. I know you felt it too, Sebastian.”
Sebastian? No one called him that.
“And I think we owe it to ourselves to explore this, see where it goes.”
Before he could object, she blasted him with news that nearly took him out at the knees.
“After all, there’s a good chance I’m pregnant.” She giggled. “I mean, we did have sex without a condom.”
“What?”
Instantly the night was on replay in his head. He recalled Moonshiners, going home with her, on the couch. He specifically remembered her rolling a condom on him because—
Oh, fuck.
She had rolled a condom on him, but she’d been so aggressive it had broken.
Had they had sex without it? Seriously?
Oh, Jesus.
“It’s okay, Sebastian,” Molly said sweetly. “I know you think we don’t know each other well enough to have a baby, but if it happens, then it must be kismet, right? Divine intervention and all that?”
Oh, hell.
Baz was going to be sick.
*
JJ forced herself to focus on searchingDante’s emails for anything that might lead them to his drug dealer.
Normally this would’ve been a relatively easy task, something she could probably do in her sleep.
That was not the case when Baz was taking calls from women, then disappearing out of the room to talk in hushed tones.
There was no doubt in her mind that this Molly was the woman he was with last night. And clearly they’d connected on at least some level for him to have given her his phone number. One-night stands generally didn’t result in the exchange of digits.
