Page 126 of To Hate Adam Connor
Lucy
Gently, I lowered the laptop onto the bed where I had fallen asleep in Adam’s arms the night before then stood up.
Inhale and exhale, Lucy.
When I was calm enough to breathe like a normal person again, I walked into the living room where Olive was working on her manuscript.
“Olive,” I sputtered, not knowing where to put my hands as I stood in front of her.
Her eyes widened when she saw that I was shaking like a leaf, and she jumped up from the couch she was half-buried in.
She rushed to my side. “Pregnancy. Baby. Doctor called. Results.”
I shook my head and jumped up and down on my toes, my hands starting to shake in front me.
“You did it,” I squealed and then put my fist in my mouth.
Inhale and exhale.
“I did what?” She put her hands on my arms to stop me from fidgeting in place. “Lucy, you’re starting to scare me. I did what?”
Bubbling over with excitement, I gripped her hands and leaned in closer so I could shout in her face. “You got yourself a deal for ten fucking million dollars!”
Her face went slack, and she whispered, “What?” And then came the shout, of course. “What?”
My heart beating in my throat, I released a deep, deep breath. “Olive,” I started to explain as calmly as I could, which wasn’t very calmly at all. “If you sign the contract they’ve sent over, you’ll be the proud owner of…ten fucking million dollars!”
Right when she started to jump up and down with me, she stilled. “Oh, wait. Lucy, no. What did you do? Did you offer them my first unborn child or something?”
I laughed, my cheeks hurting from the amount of smiling that was happening on my face. “No. They want to republish Soul Ache, and they want three more books from you. You already finished one, so that leaves two more for you to write.”
She covered her mouth with her hands, clearly still in shock. I hugged her, hard, and helped her jump with me.
“Oh my God, Lucy. Oh my God. Oh my God.”
“That’s exactly what I said when I started reading the contract an hour ago.”
Her eyes were still big when I let her go and her gaze met mine. “That’s why you went to your room? I thought you were…oh, hell. Did you say ten million dollars?”
“Yep,” I nodded, barely keeping still.
This time it was Olive who crushed me in her arms. “You did it. You’ve officially become my agent, Lucy. We’re working together. Oh my God!” She pulled back and smiled even bigger. “You’re rich, too! You never have to call Catherine again! We’re gonna have a baby and we’re making money and we’re selling books!”
We laughed for what seemed like hours and cried like the saps we were.
“I have to call Jason,” Olive ranted. “I have to call my mom.”
As we started the search for her phone, my own started ringing. As if it were a living, breathing monster that would bite my head off if I got too close, I hid my hands behind my back and leaned over the coffee table to see who was calling.
“Doctor’s office,” I whispered, looking at Olive with what I was sure were frightened eyes. “It’s the doctor’s office. What do I do?”
“Do you want me to answer?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and grabbed the phone.
“I should be okay,” I managed to get out before I swiped the screen and said hello to whoever was waiting to speak to me on the other end.
God, please don’t let me have a heart attack. I promise, I’ll be good from now on.
