"What does your boss want?" he asked.
"French Vanilla and a raspberry filled donut," I answered.
"Well, let me get them for you at least." He walked into the bakery and let me sitting there while I got my wits about me.
What was happening to me? Dizzy. Nauseous? Was I coming down with the flu? I was tired too, so incredibly tired.
I could sleep for a year and still not get enough.
All of those symptoms, they were all things my father had gone through before he was diagnosed with cancer. Could that be it? I was too young for something like that, but with a parent who has cancer you are more likely to get it.
Sweat trickled down my brow.
Nerves shot through me as I realized how serious it was. I'd have to get an appointment with the family doctor. Maybe she could see me this afternoon. She'd understand.
And Bill would too, I was sure of it.
I'd just have to make the arrangements.
"Here you go," Wyatt said as he exited the bakery. One donut, one coffee, and a mint tea for you. Maybe that will help your nausea.
"Thank you," I said as I looked up at him. He was there for me when I needed him.
I wasn't used to that.
"Do you want me to walk you back?" he asked.
"It depends on. Will you count it as a date?" I asked I was only joking, but the dark look that fell over his eyes stopped me in my tracks.
"Is that what you want? Anytime to interact to be clocked and counted?" he asked.
I shook my head. "I didn't mean it like that. I was just kidding."
Our arrangement had changed the moment I'd invited him into my apartment. It had morphed into something entirely different, and I didn't know how to define it now.
Enemies, that's what we were, at least on a superficial level, but now, now it was something more.
I wasn't going to profess my love to him, but I couldn't deny that I was feeling something. That something was there.
That dark cloud that threatened passed over us and the look in his eyes changed. "I'll tell you what. I'll count it as a date if you give me a goodbye kiss."
We walked up to my boss’, and I wrapped my arms around him. "Just one kiss?" I asked.
"Unless you want more than one." He waggled his eyebrows and I fought back a giggle. I was acting too silly.
This wasn’t me.
I did want more than one kiss, but I didn't want the whole town to see either. I was sure Jess had told most of them about the arrangement by now.
I was surprised no one else had approached me to declare if they were team Wyatt or not.
"Just one," I said as I reached up on my tippy toes and planted a small his on his lips.
Or at least, it was supposed to be a little kiss. We lingered there like that for longer than I intended. When I finally pulled away, I looked around, trying to make sure no one saw us.
If anyone was watching, they were well hidden.
"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he asked. "When can I see you again?"
"I'm not sure. I think I might go and check in with the doctor tonight. Make sure it's just a bug."
"Okay, but I have something planned. Friday night."
I nodded. Friday night.
I could keep my hands off him until then, couldn't I?
Jess was never going to let me hear the end of it.
Chapter Ten
"Well, the good news is that I am ninety-nine percent certain you don't have cancer, Rose." My doctor said as she smiled at me. "You are young and healthy as a horse. You have a great white cell blood count. You aren't showing any definite signs of cancer."
A small wave of relief flooded through me. I’d been so worried about it that I hadn’t considered what else could be going on with me.
What was happening to my body?
"So what's wrong with me?" I asked, "the flu?" It was the only other logical explanation.
Doctor Foster hesitated. Shit, that feeling of dread came back in a wave.
"Not the flu, either. Rose, you're pregnant," she said.
Pregnant?! How could that be, no. It was wrong. It was just plain wrong. This could not be happening to me.
I wasn’t ready for a baby.
"What? That's impossible. I'm on the shot." I shook my head. There was no way in the world I was pregnant. I always had the shot on time. I was always careful.
Except I wasn't careful. Not with Wyatt. Oh god. Could it be true?
"When was the last time you had to shot? You may have lapsed on your renewal," she explained. "They are ineffective if you go too long without one. Have you noticed your periods getting longer, PMS symptoms getting stronger?" she asked.
I thought for a long moment. The last time I'd gotten one was in Denver. I'd forgotten all about scheduling an appointment for a new shot once I moved. I'd probably fallen behind by a few months.