made him feel like this, but then Misty was different than the women he usually dated.
Sweet. Giving but strong. And definitely more innocent.
The bell over the diner door rang and Misty entered, bundled up in her long black wool coat that made a stark contrast to the paleness of her hair. She’d left it down today and it curled at the ends, making him want to reach out and pluck at a silky strand.
Standing as she settled across from him, he took her coat and hung it on the hooks provided outside the booth. She was wearing blue jeans and another cream colored sweater that completely swamped what he now knew were the sweetest curves imaginable. It ought to be against the law to cover up a body that perfectly beautiful.
“I ordered you some hot chocolate,” he said after they greeted each other. It had been slightly awkward but he’d managed a kiss on her cheek before she pulled away. “I hope that’s okay.”
“That’s perfect, although it’s not too cold today. Spring is right around the corner.”
The waitress put their two mugs on the table with a smile before bustling away to help other customers.
“I think it’s supposed to get to forty today,” he replied, not sure what else to say. This was Misty’s meeting.
Clearly out of weather conversation, she dipped her spoon into the whipped cream and licked it off. She had no idea how sensual it appeared to him and how his groin tightened in response. He cleared his throat and mustered up an easy smile.
“So you wanted to see me. And all the way out here in Springwood.”
He didn’t say that he’d wanted to see her as well.
Misty set her spoon down and picked up the paper napkin, scrunching it between her fingers. “I apologize for the subterfuge but I wanted to talk to you without the prying eyes of Fielding on us.”
“It’s not a problem. I have a buddy in town I can visit while I’m here.”
It would be good to see Tanner again, although he would see him on Sunday at the meeting with all the other guys. Jared was particularly anxious to talk to all of them about the specter of Boyd Hicks.
“That’s good.” She was fiddling with her spoon again and staring down at the table. “How have you been?”
“I’ve been good. And you?”
His curiosity was getting the better of him. If she wanted them to start seeing each other again, hell, he was all for it. Maybe he should make this easier for her.
“I’m good. I’ve been busy packing and getting ready to move.”
His stomach seemed to plunge and twist in reaction to her words. She wasn’t staying. She was still leaving. So what was this about? Another night before she left for good? Was he just the boy-toy now? If this wasn’t about them, he wanted to get down to business.
“So what did you want–” he began.
“I’m pregnant.”
Her words were whispered but he heard them clearly. But his mind was having trouble with their meaning while the back of his neck broke into a sweat.
“Could you say that ag–”
“I’m pregnant.” This time she raised her gaze from the table. Her lips were trembling as if she was about to burst into tears. Instinct made him grab her hand and squeeze the fingers comfortingly.
But who was going to comfort him? His dense brain had finally processed her statement and a surreal feeling came over him. This couldn’t be right.
“I wore a condom.”
Her eyes closed briefly and she shook her head. “Yeah, that was exactly my first thought. So I took a second test. It was positive too.”
Positive.
He felt like a judge had just pounded a gavel and a cell door swung shut. It sucked the oxygen from his lungs, making it almost impossible to breathe.
Positive.
Misty was pregnant and he was going to be a father. At that moment she looked so young and vulnerable. Too young to be having his kid. She looked scared as well. Well, that made two of them. He wanted to run from the diner and not look back.
But he wouldn’t do that.
Misty had trusted him
Sweet. Giving but strong. And definitely more innocent.
The bell over the diner door rang and Misty entered, bundled up in her long black wool coat that made a stark contrast to the paleness of her hair. She’d left it down today and it curled at the ends, making him want to reach out and pluck at a silky strand.
Standing as she settled across from him, he took her coat and hung it on the hooks provided outside the booth. She was wearing blue jeans and another cream colored sweater that completely swamped what he now knew were the sweetest curves imaginable. It ought to be against the law to cover up a body that perfectly beautiful.
“I ordered you some hot chocolate,” he said after they greeted each other. It had been slightly awkward but he’d managed a kiss on her cheek before she pulled away. “I hope that’s okay.”
“That’s perfect, although it’s not too cold today. Spring is right around the corner.”
The waitress put their two mugs on the table with a smile before bustling away to help other customers.
“I think it’s supposed to get to forty today,” he replied, not sure what else to say. This was Misty’s meeting.
Clearly out of weather conversation, she dipped her spoon into the whipped cream and licked it off. She had no idea how sensual it appeared to him and how his groin tightened in response. He cleared his throat and mustered up an easy smile.
“So you wanted to see me. And all the way out here in Springwood.”
He didn’t say that he’d wanted to see her as well.
Misty set her spoon down and picked up the paper napkin, scrunching it between her fingers. “I apologize for the subterfuge but I wanted to talk to you without the prying eyes of Fielding on us.”
“It’s not a problem. I have a buddy in town I can visit while I’m here.”
It would be good to see Tanner again, although he would see him on Sunday at the meeting with all the other guys. Jared was particularly anxious to talk to all of them about the specter of Boyd Hicks.
“That’s good.” She was fiddling with her spoon again and staring down at the table. “How have you been?”
“I’ve been good. And you?”
His curiosity was getting the better of him. If she wanted them to start seeing each other again, hell, he was all for it. Maybe he should make this easier for her.
“I’m good. I’ve been busy packing and getting ready to move.”
His stomach seemed to plunge and twist in reaction to her words. She wasn’t staying. She was still leaving. So what was this about? Another night before she left for good? Was he just the boy-toy now? If this wasn’t about them, he wanted to get down to business.
“So what did you want–” he began.
“I’m pregnant.”
Her words were whispered but he heard them clearly. But his mind was having trouble with their meaning while the back of his neck broke into a sweat.
“Could you say that ag–”
“I’m pregnant.” This time she raised her gaze from the table. Her lips were trembling as if she was about to burst into tears. Instinct made him grab her hand and squeeze the fingers comfortingly.
But who was going to comfort him? His dense brain had finally processed her statement and a surreal feeling came over him. This couldn’t be right.
“I wore a condom.”
Her eyes closed briefly and she shook her head. “Yeah, that was exactly my first thought. So I took a second test. It was positive too.”
Positive.
He felt like a judge had just pounded a gavel and a cell door swung shut. It sucked the oxygen from his lungs, making it almost impossible to breathe.
Positive.
Misty was pregnant and he was going to be a father. At that moment she looked so young and vulnerable. Too young to be having his kid. She looked scared as well. Well, that made two of them. He wanted to run from the diner and not look back.
But he wouldn’t do that.
Misty had trusted him
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