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stays. She’s evil. It’s what she lives for.”
“You’re hilarious, you know that? Now stop trying to keep things neutral and talk to me, Callie. Please.”
“What’s there to say? I had a one-night stand with you and woke up alone in a hotel bed with freaking Alphonso Hitler banging the door down. He let me know that you wanted me out, and as a result I had to walk practically naked through a packed lobby. By the way, I am now personal buddies with at least seven geeks who keep putting my picture up on Facebook and telling everyone I’m the hot girlfriend. All in all, I’m feeling good. I mean, seven men think I’m a total fox,” I quip, gigging just a little.
Jack doesn’t seem too impressed, though, and I see his eyebrow quirk before he gives me a look.
“Fine. Sheesh, you really have met Gruffy. I was pissed at you for about a freaking month, and then I sort of realized I might be pregnant. I kept…but, whatever, turns out you and me are not sensible when we’re drunk. When I found out about the baby I panicked a little. I know what it’s like to not know who your father is, and I didn’t want that for the kid, so after a good old tantrum, I and the girls came up with a plan.”
“You decided to start looking for a needle in a haystack?”
“Nope. More like a freaking needle in a stack of other freaking needles,” I snort, flopping down onto the sofa with a huff. “You would not believe how many tall, grey-eyed guys move around in your circle, Jack,” I mutter, shuddering at the memories of some of the more enthusiastic candidates.
Even hint to a guy that you’re pregnant and interested and they go nuts. What is it about pregnancy that turns them into animals?
“You couldn’t just ask the manager at the Hyatt?”
“Jack, this is the same guy who made me walk through the lobby in a towel and then demanded I return it before I got in the cab. He was not so forthcoming, and besides, I think I may have been a little scared about actually finding you. Percy pointed out the day that I may have been subconsciously using the search as a distraction. Damn, give a psych minor a bone and they want to eat the carcass.”
My continued attempts at humor seem to annoy him further, and I find myself looking into grey eyes that spark with impatience.
“You’re four months pregnant and you’ve been going this alone—”
“Alone? Dude, you met my family already. Four sisters who are nuts, three dads, two stepmamas, and the Gruff. Trust me, I’ll never be alone in my life, not even if I move to Guatemala and start raising chickens in the freaking jungle.” I laugh.
I currently have ten people who call me to remind me to eat, ask me about the grossest shit they’ve read in the baby books, and hound me to choose them to name my unborn child after.
Trust me, I would drop an organ for some alone time.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it. You shouldn’t be working and on your feet all fucking day.”
“And that is my life and none of your business, Jackie boy. First off, we do not like each other.”
“What? I like you. You’re hot and funny. That’s a combo with a punch.”
“Yeah? I think that sorta got lost in freaking translation when you not only bailed on me, but had your minion toss me out of the room before I even wiped the sleep from my eyes. You know what it’s like having to do the walk when you’re so hungover your eyes are pounding? Consider that coupled with the four hags I call sisters and you get a taste of what that morning was like for me.”
“Jesus,” he mutters, running a hand through his slightly long black hair and pinning me with eyes that shine with regret. “I don’t remember any of it. I woke up in my apartment with a hangover from hell and sex dick, Callie. Trust me, it scared the shit out of me, too. I didn’t know who I’d slept with, her name, or even where
“You’re hilarious, you know that? Now stop trying to keep things neutral and talk to me, Callie. Please.”
“What’s there to say? I had a one-night stand with you and woke up alone in a hotel bed with freaking Alphonso Hitler banging the door down. He let me know that you wanted me out, and as a result I had to walk practically naked through a packed lobby. By the way, I am now personal buddies with at least seven geeks who keep putting my picture up on Facebook and telling everyone I’m the hot girlfriend. All in all, I’m feeling good. I mean, seven men think I’m a total fox,” I quip, gigging just a little.
Jack doesn’t seem too impressed, though, and I see his eyebrow quirk before he gives me a look.
“Fine. Sheesh, you really have met Gruffy. I was pissed at you for about a freaking month, and then I sort of realized I might be pregnant. I kept…but, whatever, turns out you and me are not sensible when we’re drunk. When I found out about the baby I panicked a little. I know what it’s like to not know who your father is, and I didn’t want that for the kid, so after a good old tantrum, I and the girls came up with a plan.”
“You decided to start looking for a needle in a haystack?”
“Nope. More like a freaking needle in a stack of other freaking needles,” I snort, flopping down onto the sofa with a huff. “You would not believe how many tall, grey-eyed guys move around in your circle, Jack,” I mutter, shuddering at the memories of some of the more enthusiastic candidates.
Even hint to a guy that you’re pregnant and interested and they go nuts. What is it about pregnancy that turns them into animals?
“You couldn’t just ask the manager at the Hyatt?”
“Jack, this is the same guy who made me walk through the lobby in a towel and then demanded I return it before I got in the cab. He was not so forthcoming, and besides, I think I may have been a little scared about actually finding you. Percy pointed out the day that I may have been subconsciously using the search as a distraction. Damn, give a psych minor a bone and they want to eat the carcass.”
My continued attempts at humor seem to annoy him further, and I find myself looking into grey eyes that spark with impatience.
“You’re four months pregnant and you’ve been going this alone—”
“Alone? Dude, you met my family already. Four sisters who are nuts, three dads, two stepmamas, and the Gruff. Trust me, I’ll never be alone in my life, not even if I move to Guatemala and start raising chickens in the freaking jungle.” I laugh.
I currently have ten people who call me to remind me to eat, ask me about the grossest shit they’ve read in the baby books, and hound me to choose them to name my unborn child after.
Trust me, I would drop an organ for some alone time.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it. You shouldn’t be working and on your feet all fucking day.”
“And that is my life and none of your business, Jackie boy. First off, we do not like each other.”
“What? I like you. You’re hot and funny. That’s a combo with a punch.”
“Yeah? I think that sorta got lost in freaking translation when you not only bailed on me, but had your minion toss me out of the room before I even wiped the sleep from my eyes. You know what it’s like having to do the walk when you’re so hungover your eyes are pounding? Consider that coupled with the four hags I call sisters and you get a taste of what that morning was like for me.”
“Jesus,” he mutters, running a hand through his slightly long black hair and pinning me with eyes that shine with regret. “I don’t remember any of it. I woke up in my apartment with a hangover from hell and sex dick, Callie. Trust me, it scared the shit out of me, too. I didn’t know who I’d slept with, her name, or even where
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