Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“I’ll give it a couple days,” I mutter, and my good angel, Myla, sighs. My bad angel, Autumn, smiles and I bite my lip.
“I need to go to the store,” Autumn says, plopping down on the couch next to me, and I turn to look at her, noticing she’s dressed for the day in jeans, a black tank, and cute black sandals that have a large silver and turquoise jewel twisted between the leather straps on the top of her foot. When I got up this morning, I didn’t even bother getting dressed. I showered, and put on a pair of yoga pants and a hoodie. Yesterday and the day before that, we spent the entire day sitting on the couch. If I was going to sit on the couch today, I was going to do it comfortably.
“That’s not going to happen,” I mutter, tucking my sock-covered feet under my bottom and looking back at the TV. It’s been two days since we got here, and the guys have been gone most of the time, leaving us with Zack, Teo, and Pika. Sven has been keeping an eye on Lane by keeping him close. I’m not sure if this is smart, but when I tried to bring it up, he made it clear he was doing what he was doing for a reason only known to him and that he didn’t want me to worry about it. Honestly, I was surprised every time Lane walked back into the house.
“I’m going with or without permission,” she tells me, and I turn to look at her again and notice she looks serious.
“What’s going on?” I ask, turning my body toward her.
“I’m late,” she whispers.
“Late for wh—” I pause when her words register. “You’re late?” I repeat, taking her hand.
“We’ve been trying for awhile.” She shakes her head. “With everything happening, I didn’t even think…then this morning—” She closes her eyes and drops her voice. “Kenton said something about the date, and I did some math in my head and I’m late…two weeks late.”
“Holy shit! We need to go to the store,” I whisper-hiss, and she smiles then her eyes fill with tears. “This is awesome,” I tell her softly.
“I know, but I don’t want to get my hopes up. It could just be stress.”
“So we’ll find a way to get you a test, and then you’ll know for sure.”
“How do we go about doing that?” she asks, and I look across the room at Pika and Zack, who are sitting in front of a computer and talking quietly. Then I remember Teo went out for a run a few minutes ago, and Myla has been upstairs with Maxim most of the morning, because he’s teething and not feeling well.
“You’re close with Justin, right?” I ask, glancing at the guys again to make sure they’re still busy.
“Very.” She nods, squeezing my hand.
“The guys trust him. Maybe he can take us to the store.”
“Kenton doesn’t want me leaving the house at all, not for any reason. He even used his I’m the boss tone when he told me so I know he’s serious.”
“I hate that voice.” I scrunch up my face, knowing Sven uses that same tone all the time and it’s annoying.
“It’s annoying,” she agrees vocalizing my thoughts making me smile.
“Okay, so if not Justin then we need to come up with a plan,” I mutter.
And we do come up with a plan…even though it’s not a good one at all.
As soon as we pull up in front of the drug store, I put the car in park, look at Autumn, and smile big, whispering, “We did it.”
“I know.” She grins.
Biting my lip, I look at her then remind her, “Now we have to get back, so let’s run in, get the test, and get out.”
“They don’t even know we’re gone.”
She’s right…or I hope she is, anyway. We left when the guys were busy upstairs. We triggered the door alarm earlier while we were still in the house, and opened the gate so we could leave without being noticed. Then we put pillows in each of our beds so it would look like we were laying down for a nap. No one followed us when we left, so for now, we are good—or once again, I hope so.
“Let’s go.” I laugh, opening my door, and then scream when a large hand presses down on the top of my head, shoving me back in my seat before slamming the door.
“Oh no,” Autumn whispers, and I look over at her then through the window and see Justin.
“Crud,” I whisper as the backdoor opens and Justin slides inside, shutting the door.
“Hello, ladies.” He smiles, crossing his arms over his chest.
“What are you doing here?” Autumn asks, and his eyes go to her.
“Sweetcheeks, do you really think you guys can outsmart us?” he prompts, and my heart starts to pound as I look around for Sven, expecting him to walk up to the car.