Page 122 of My Favorite Boss

“No. I got the call and came right here.”

She swabbed my finger and jabbed it, taking the sample and testing it. “A little low,” she murmured. “But not as bad as I’ve seen with you. Okay, we’ll do a full work-up. Some results will be back right away and the rest in a couple of days. You can come see me, and we’ll go over the results.” She sat down with a form. “And eat some meat, please.”

“Okay,” I said with a smile. Bane would love steak for dinner.

“Are you sexually active?”

“Um, yes.”

“We’ll do a pregnancy test, then.”

“I’m on birth control.”

“Still, just to be sure. Just another check on the form.”

Ten minutes later, I was back in the lounge, the blood drawn. Dr. Wilson had given me a sandwich from the fridge in the doctor’s lounge, insisting I eat it, along with a container of milk. “Better than the horrid coffee here.”

I sat down and nibbled on the sandwich and drank the milk, feeling better once I had consumed some calories. Remembering I needed to call Bane, I grabbed my phone, groaning when I realized I had no battery life left.

A nurse appeared and told me I could go up to floor four and wait. I headed up, hoping to find a charging station. Before I could inquire, I was allowed to see Dad, and I forgot about everything else as I followed the woman into his room. He was asleep, a nasty-looking bruise covering half his face, the bandage white against the dark discoloration. His arm was casted and in a sling, and I could see other bruises forming on his skin. I sat beside him for a few moments, watching his chest rise and fall in steady, even breaths. I held his hand, feeling how cool his body was, and I went to get another blanket to cover him.

I stayed for a while, then returned to the waiting room, unsure what to do. I was surprised when Dr. Wilson appeared and sat beside me. She looked serious.

“Is everything all right?” I asked, a new pit of worry forming in my stomach.

She took my hand. “I have some results, Magnolia.”

“And?”

“You’re pregnant.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

BANE

Iwalked into the office, needing two things. A sandwich and Magnolia’s smile.

I was agitated, grumpy as hell, and hungry. Magnolia would describe it as hangry.

She wouldn’t be wrong.

But I knew in ten minutes I would feel better.

Maybe a few kisses would help as well. I was certain I could persuade her.

Except, she wasn’t at her desk. Instead, one of the temps sat there, flipping through a magazine, not particularly concerned to be caught doing so.

“Who are you?” I demanded.

“Tammy,” she replied. “I’m new.”

“Where the hell is Myers?” I snapped.

“She had to leave.”

“Why?”

“Personal reasons.”