Page 1 of Pucking Rebound
PROLOGUE
Lola
Sitting on the edge of the tub, I glare at the pregnancy test.
Pregnant.
I’m someone who makes lists and tracks their goals.
My best friend, Piper, said I should change my middle name from Grace to Organized, because that’s who I am. I live for strategy and color-coordinated spreadsheets.
I’m a stickler for deadlines and daily to-do lists.
I always tracked my period religiously too. But with all the secrets I’ve been keeping recently, it completely slipped my mind. I quickly do some mental math to figure out when I had my last period.
Three months, I think. Which means my baby is due in six.
I’m unprepared, which makes the panic claw at my throat.
I need a plan.
I’ll feel better once I have one.
Nursery furniture, stroller, car seat, clothes, diapers… I need everything.
Frantically, I open the lists app on my phone and tap the plus sign to start a fresh note, but I can’t bring myself to type anything.
I’m pregnant.
And not to the man I planned to marry.
Because he cheated on me.
None of my planning, or even a crystal ball, could have seen that coming.
I trusted him with my heart, and he obliterated it.
Three months have passed since I caught my former fiancé, Graham, cheating on me.
It was stupid of me not to put the facts together: if he wasn’t having sex with me, he was fucking someone else.
The same night I discovered his infidelity, I did something I'd never done before. I had a one-night stand. Well, it was more than that, but that’s how it started.
We didn’t mean for it to happen. It just, well, did.
And it was good.
Better than good.
Great.
Life-changing sex.
It healed me in ways I didn’t know were even possible.
I think that’s why we did it again the following night.
Which turned into weeks.
