“Everything okay?” Sloan asked, watching them both closely.
“No,” Katrina replied honestly. “But I’ll let Blaze fill you in. Where’s Becky?”
“In the kitchen.” Sloan nodded that way as he closed the door.
Katrina gave him a small smile and nod, then headed that way. If she had to repeat what happened again, she would probably lose it. She honestly didn’t want to relive it. She was a Warrior now, and showing weakness, especially in front of Sloan, was something she definitely didn’t want to do. So instead, she left it to Blaze.
Because if anyone could carry that pain for her when she couldn’t, it was him.
CHAPTER 9
Becky scraped her half-eaten plate into the trash. Okay, that was a lie. She had maybe taken three bites before she had to stop. Sloan had made her scrambled eggs and toast, which she thought she could eat, but nerves and nausea had other plans. Not wanting to start throwing up everywhere again, she’d stopped eating, apologizing to Sloan, who looked more worried than pissed.
He had been reaching for her plate when someone knocked on the door.
Fear overwhelmed her so fast she had to grip the edge of the counter. Soon she would know the truth.
“Hey,” Katrina said as she walked into the kitchen.
Becky looked up and knew instantly something had happened. “Have you been crying?”
“That obvious?” Katrina rolled her eyes. “I never could hide it when I cried. My face turns into one big blotchy mess, and my eyes swell up like I’ve got the worst allergies in the Ohio Valley.”
“What happened?” Becky set the plate in the sink and headed toward her. “Are you hurt?”
“No, and I’m fine.” Katrina handed her the bag. “And I’m not answering any questions until you answer mine. Why do you need a pregnancy test, Becky?”
Becky shushed her as her eyes shot to the doorway. Taking the bag, she sat it in the chair and moved toward the door. “Wait a minute.” She walked out of the room and found Sloan and Blaze talking near the fireplace. Both men looked her way. “Hi, Blaze.”
“Hello, Becky.” Blaze smiled at her. “Katrina said you haven’t been feeling well.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine in a few days,” Becky managed to say. “We’re going upstairs. I’ve got some clothes for Katrina to try on before I send them to Goodwill.”
Sloan watched her closely. Too closely. But she kept her attention on Blaze.
“Do you have time for us to do that?” Becky asked, making a mental note to actually send Katrina home with clothes.
“Sure,” Blaze said with a nod.
“Don’t wear yourself out,” Sloan warned softly.
“I won’t.” She smiled, feeling like total shit for lying to him. To both of them. Since they’d come home yesterday, Sloan hadn’t let her out of his sight. Once home, she’d showered with his help, then went straight to bed where he held her all night. He’d gotten up sometime early that morning, and it wasn’t until after noon that she woke and came downstairs to find him working in his office.
Turning, she headed back into the kitchen, grabbed Katrina’s hand and the bag, then headed to their bedroom, shutting the door behind them.
“What’s going on, Becky?” Katrina frowned, her eyes searching Becky’s. “You know you can trust me.”
“I know.” Becky sighed, then sat heavily on the bed, holding the bag against her stomach. “Something happened to me, Katrina. I can feel it.”
“Feel what?” Katrina looked as confused as Becky felt.
There weren’t many people Becky felt she could trust, but next to Sloan, Katrina was one of them. Well, her son also, but some things you just didn’t discuss with your child, and this was definitely one of them. She proceeded to tell Katrina everything, from the first time she saw the new doctor up until this very moment.
“And you think you’re pregnant? But how, Becky?” Katrina asked, trying to follow along. Suddenly, she gasped, her hand going to her mouth. “Do you think you were raped while you were under anesthesia?”
The thought had entered Becky’s mind and was still there, but she honestly didn’t believe that was what happened. She felt that she would know if she had been violated in that way...or would she? She was just so confused trying to piece together everything.
“I thought that at first, but I started doing some research on my phone so Sloan wouldn’t see it. God, I hate keeping things from him.” Becky rubbed her tired eyes trying not to cry.
