I toss the pen on the counter and throw my hands in the air. “What good would it do? Yesterday was a long day, and I was worried. I’m still worried.” How long before Cody drives the knife fully between my shoulder blades? I deserve that, though. Ididcost him his job at Wolf. “Plus, I don’t know. I’vebeen so tired the last couple of days.” I rub my face to emphasize my point. “I had to drag my butt out of bed this morning. I don’t even know what day it is.”
“It’s Monday. And it feels like a Monday.” He tests my empty coffee cup. “Let me get you a refill.”
“Wow. This is a first.”
He lifts his middle finger in the air in answer. “I’ll take the cruise this afternoon.”
“Damn, you mustreallyfeel sorry for me.” I chuckle.
It’s Monday.
Henry Wolf is flying in today. He’s going to be here all week. And the Wolf Hotel is opening this weekend. After five long years, the day has finally come.
I pull out my phone and open my texts. Ronan’s is still sitting there, at the top. Unanswered.
I really should reply. It’s rude not to. It’s not his fault he’s a pig-slut. An orgy boy. It’s just more proof that Ronan and I are not meant for each other. Even if I like him, and Ireallydo. I could have gotten over the fact that he’s not-friends with Henry Wolf and that he works for the hotel. But starting a relationship with a guy like Ronan won’t end well for me. I can’t possibly keep him interested. All those body parts jumbled up? That’s not for me. I’m a one man kind of woman. And definitely a man.
Oh my God, have he and Connor …?
I mean, theyareoddly close.
I should get tested, especially seeing as we—so stupidly—did not use a condomtwice.
Maybe I can get to the clinic today. Shifting to the computer, I scan the calendar and my list of to-dos: payroll, schedule, bookkeeping. I’ve got to put in an inventory order …
It’s the twenty-first already? Why does that date bother me?
Wait a minute.
But itcan’tbe the twenty-first. Thatwould mean …
Oh my God.
“No, no, no …” My stomach is in my throat as I frantically dig through my purse, pulling out the dial that holds my birth control pills. I recheck the calendar to see when I took the last one.
I should have gotten my period on Saturday.
I’m two days late.
And I amneverlate.
