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I rub my belly and whisper, “I didn’t mean you were drama. I love you and I’m happy you’re coming.”

As though he can feel my gaze, he averts his attention from Piranha, which sounds an awful lot like Mariah and can’t possibly be a coincidence, and stares back at me. Like a pathetic sap, I lift my hand and give him a small wave and a contrived smile.

“You okay?” he mouths to me.

I nod abruptly and turn, not wanting him to see my agony. I’ve got to stop this, stop begrudging him a life that doesn’t include me. I need to stop picturing how perfect we could be in my head. I need to stop thinking about a little boy atop his shoulders laughing and clapping.

I seek Kasey out amongst the mass of bodies, the heat and stench of sweat almost more than I can take. I always try to skirt around the edges, never one to bear the brunt of the epicenter of the club, but I have to talk to him, so I barrel through.

“Hey!” I yell, tapping him on the back.

“What’s up?” he screams, cupping around his ear.

I bend my finger and he leans down to me. “I have to get out of here; I really don’t feel well. Can you let Sawyer know? Give Darby my tables or let them order from the bar. I gotta go.”

“Yeah, okay.” He ushers me carefully through the crowd. “Go grab your stuff and I’ll walk you out.”

I
have to admire his tenacity. When I shut off my phone after about forty calls and texts, he took to beating on the door. And after I ignored that and heard Tucker, the tenant in the other half of this duplex, come out and ask him politely to stop banging, I can now hear him trying to take the screen off my bedroom window.

Creepy? Yes, but I know it’s him and not a deranged burglar, just a deranged Sawyer. Even when he gets the screen off, I don’t think he’ll break the window, so I’m gonna lie here and try my best to block him out.

“Emmett Louise Young, I’m gonna spank your fucking ass when I get in there!” I hear him hiss outside the window.

“Go away, Sawyer!”

“Do you want me to break the glass? I don’t want it to fly across the room and cut you, so just come open the damn thing! Or here’s a thought, go open the goddamn door!”

“Go home, Sawyer!”

“Not happening, woman,” he mocks me in a singsong tone. “I’m counting to three, so if you’re not gonna open it, at least get back. I don’t want you hurt.”

He wouldn’t.

“One!”

I don’t think he would.

“Two!”

Shit, okay! “I’m coming! Simmer down, you crazy man!” I brush aside the curtains and look out at the man I can’t seem to shake, the moonlight a melodic backdrop to his angry, muscular, adorable glory.

The second I have the window latch flipped, he’s pushed it open and already hoisted himself through. “You are in some serious trouble, Shorty.”

“And you are scarily close to needing medication. What the hell are you doing crawling through my window in the middle of the night? Did you leave all your brain cells inside Mariah?”

It’s the meanest thing I’ve ever said to someone in my life and I already regret it.

“Is that what this is about? You think I fucked Mariah?”

“You sure as hell looked close to it at the bar!”

He stalks toward me until I’m backed against the wall, the lazy moon our own only light. “I was trying to be distant but polite. I didn’t want to cause a damn scene. What do you care anyway?”

“I don’t care! You came to me!”

He grabs the finger I’m poking into his chest and pulls me forward with it, coming nose to nose with me. “You leave work without telling me. You don’t answer your phone, texts or your door. What the fuck was I supposed to do?”

I like it better when he screams; this low, gritty voice is steering me a bit off course.

“Nothing! You’ve done enough! My car, my house, my job, everything is because of you! I can’t use you anymore. I’m such a goddamn leech I can’t even look myself in the mirror! Quit worrying about me, Sawyer, go be happy. Fuck Mariah sideways if that’s what it’ll take, but leave me be!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!”

I’m not sure which my neighbor, Tucker, will appreciate more, our volume or our extensive vocabularies.

Surprisingly, I don’t cry this time. No, I’m too wound up from being screamed at and pseudo-burglarized to cry. I know the nausea, which you’d expect from pregnancy, is from picturing him and Mariah together, not the hormones. I climb back into bed and curl in a ball, turned toward the wall.

It’s not the lack of loud foot stomps or the absence of an opening or slamming door that clue me in…no, it’s the charge in the air, the tingling that starts at the base of my spine and slinks its way up until the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I know he’s still here, looking over me.

“I didn’t touch Mariah tonight, nor will I ever touch her again.” His voice, now calm and low, cuts through the darkness.

“It’s none of my business,” I say to the wall. “I’m sorry for what I said.”

The mattress squeaks and sags under his weight, but I hold my ground and don’t turn over to see what he’s doing. “It scares me when I hear you’re sick and then I can’t find you.”

“I just couldn’t watch her hands on you, Sawyer. She’s not good enough for you.”

“Do you really think that?” He lies down behind me, scooting up against my back and curling an arm around my waist.

“Yes. You’re the lottery and she’s a penny slot machine—everyone can get a pull. Find someone who appreciates all the extraordinary things you have to offer, Sawyer.”

“Like what?” His stubble scratches my shoulder as he snuggles in further.

“You don’t really need me to boost your ego, do you?”

“Yes,” he tickles my side, “I do. I want to know…what someone as mind-blowing as you would possibly find special about me. Humor me, please.”

“Hhh,” I sigh, unable to resist entwining my fingers through his resting on my stomach. “Let’s see. First of all, you’re hot as hell, and you know it, but the sexiness comes from your mannerisms—the cocky smile, the dark blue, all-seeing eyes, the sarcastic smirk—they’re all sexy and all you. It’s so much more, though, your aura or something. I don’t know. I’d bet good money you could even lure in a blind, deaf girl from fifty yards.”

Abruptly, he flips me over, no longer satisfied having a conversation with my back. “My turn?”

“No.” I silence him with a finger to his lips. “I didn’t ask, you did. Want me to stop?”

I hope he says no. He needs to know how incredible he is, and I’m happy to be the one to tell him.

“I guess not.” He plays aloof and I snort, not fooled—he’s dying to hear the rest.

“You’re kind, maybe the kindest person I’ve ever met. You’re generous to a fault and a fiercely loyal friend. You’re protective, but in a non-suffocating way, and you respect women wholly. You’re hilarious and clever and pretty easygoing most of the time. And you care and love with all you are.”

“Why didn’t you go to the ER and report it?”

“Who has ADD now? Where’d that come from?”

“I can’t quit thinking about it. The thought of you dealing with it all by yourself makes me crazy angry that I wasn’t there for you.” He kisses my forehead. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

“You didn’t even know me then, so there’s certainly nothing for you to be sorry about.”

“Why didn’t you go?” he asks again, holding my eyes with his own, a deadly serious conversation brewing.

“And say what? I got smashed and irresponsible at a party and may or may not have rejected sex with one of fifty guys at said party?”

“Or, I went to a party, which everyone should be able to safely do, and someone drugged and then attacked me? Please make sure I’m okay and run the DNA so I can press charges.”

“I didn’t want anyone to know. I feel foolish and ashamed that I even put myself in that position.”

“If a girl wears a really short skirt and dances on a table at a bar, is she ‘asking for it’?”

“No, of course not.”

“Exactly! It didn’t happen because you went to a party or because of what you wore or even that you drank. It happened because one douche thought it was okay to attack a comatose girl. It will only ever be his fault, not yours.”

“See, that’s why you deserve better than Mariah,” I say, running my hand down his chest. “You’re a one of a kind man. Hard body, soft heart.”

“Can I hold you tonight? I was so worried. I just want to be able to sleep, knowing you’re right beside me, safe.”

“I should say no because the line is so blurry, but I sleep better with you too,” I admit. “So yes, please stay.”

“Come ‘ere.” He pulls me closer, offering his arm as my pillow. “Goodnight, Shorty. Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

“Night, Sawyer, sweet dreams.”

“They will be now.”

Chapter 13

Perfect Picture

—Sawyer—

T
uesday night we all get a group text, which I’m shocked but pleased immensely to see Emmett is now a part of the list.

The pleased part dies a quick death when I actually read it.

Laney: Laney’s 20
^th
birthday party this Sat night at The K, 8 pm. Costume ball— come as Disney Princes and Princesses!!

Whitley: OMG yay! So fun!

Tate: FML. Aren’t we too old for this?

Dane: Surely you’re not ragging on my beautiful girl’s party idea which she is very excited about. I’m imagining that, right?

Whitley: I call Tinkerbell!

Bennett: Taterbear, be nice. I call Ariel!

Evan: Again, HOW do you u remove yourself from a group message?

Emmett: Thank you so much for thinking of me. I’d love to come but I work that night.

Sawyer: No u don’t, Shorty. We’ll close down for the bday girl. Will you please come as my princess?

Laney: Ahh xoxo

Emmett: Which princess did you have in mind?

Sawyer: The half-naked one with the long black hair.

Emmett: Pocahontas?

Sawyer: Yes, Pokeyourhontas.

Zach: Good one lmao

Emmett: How about Belle? You can be the Beast.

Sawyer: I don’t even need a costume to be a Beast.

Emmett: Well there ya go, Belle it is.

Zach: Who the %!#* am I supposed to bring?

Emmett: Zach, Sawyer could ask his friend Mariah to join you.

Sawyer: EMMETT.

Laney: Zach, take off your shirt & walk to dorm laundry. You’ll have plenty of choices in minutes.

Dane: LANEY.

Laney: So excited! Can’t wait to c everybody!

Emmett walks in the front door of The K about twenty minutes later, apologizing the whole walk up to me for being late.

“Everything okay?” I ask her.

“Yes, Beast, I just couldn’t find my keys. Are you excited about the party?”

“I guess.” I pop a shoulder. “If it makes Laney happy and you’re excited, then I’m willing to do just about anything.”

“Thank you for asking me to go with you. I’ve never done anything like this—no prom, no dances, so it will be my debut.” She does a curtsy then rises back up and smiles at me.

“There’s no princess I’d rather take. And you thanked me.” I wink. “You know what that means.”

“Are we still playing that game? I haven’t been paying attention. Okay,” she huffs, “shoot.”

“Why don’t you ever go to the doctor? You should know exactly how far along you are, your due date, and all kinds of stuff. Prenatal care is vital, Emmett, and I haven’t seen one clue that you’re getting any.”

“I take a prenatal vitamin every single day. I don’t drink,” she’s fired up, ticking off on her fingers, “I googled the healthiest diet, I cut out almost all caffeine. And I went to get tested for diseases, just in case he—” She chokes up, seemingly on air, then takes a few deep breaths. “He didn’t give me anything. I’m not being neglectful.”

“Hey,” I come out from behind the bar, “you didn’t hear any judgment in the question. If you did, you put it there. I only wanted to mention it because the book says you should be seeing a doctor once a month.”

“The book?”

I reach back and pull it out from under the counter. “What To Expect When Emmett’s Expecting. Step one is go to a doctor.”

“Why do you have that book? And at work?” She darts her head around, making sure no one hears us.

“I want to be able to help you.”

This is the part where she reminds me she’s not a charity case and I can’t get too close and keep rescuing her. I brace for it, ten plausible comebacks already rehearsed.

“Really? You want to help me?”

Ah, read about this too. It’s totally natural for her to cry a lot…and tinkle. Two mysteries solved by chapter five.

“More than anything, Shorty mama. That’s what friends do, right?” I say with a grin. “So you’re not mad?”

“No,” she chuckles, “I’m not mad. I’m once again impressed and touched. So I guess I’ll start looking for a doctor now that I make good money. I couldn’t afford it before, but I did take precautions.”