“I said I didn’t remember having sex with you. But—” Sophie groaned and turned away from him.
Royce wasn’t feeling dizzy or queasy, but he was feeling things he didn’t want to feel—like some major concern. “But what?”
The same emotions were in Sophie’s eyes when she finally looked at him again. “When I woke up in the motel room, I was naked. We both were.”
He thought about that a moment. “You were partly dressed when I saw you.” Definitely. He would have remembered a stark-naked Sophie.
“I put on my underwear and was putting on the rest of my clothes when you woke up.”
Oh, man. He did not like the direction this was going in. “Uh, did you feel any different?” Stupid question . Royce tried again. “Were there any signs on your body that we’d had sex?”
She didn’t answer. For a long time. “Yes.” Sophie squeezed her eyes shut, and she groaned even louder than Royce. “I didn’t remember that, not until just now, but I was a little tender. And please don’t make me explain that.”
He wouldn’t. In fact, he didn’t want to be having this discussion at all, but it was necessary. “Any signs that you might be, uh, pregnant? Other than the stuff you’re feeling right now, that is.”
She dropped the back of her head against the fridge and scrubbed her hands over her face. “A missed period. Things have been so crazy that I didn’t notice I was late.”
Royce couldn’t dispute that, but a feeling that he thought might be panic started to crawl through him. Still, he tried not to show Sophie just how bad that panic was.
She pulled in her breath, looked at him again. “I never slept with Travis. Never. And whether you believe me or not, I don’t have one-night stands. In fact, I haven’t been with a man in over a year.”
Sophie winced as if she hadn’t intended to reveal that, and she pushed herself from the fridge and would have stormed off, but Royce got hold of her arm.
“Why wouldn’t I believe you?” he asked.
“Because I lied about being pregnant.” Tears sprang to her eyes. “And now it might not be a lie at all.”
She shook off his grip and practically ran out of the kitchen. Royce went after her and caught up with her just as she ducked into the guest room. She would have shut the door in his face if he hadn’t caught onto it. He didn’t go to her and pull her into his arms, though that’s what he wanted to do. Despite everything he was feeling—and he was feeling a boatload of stuff—he wanted to reassure her that everything would be okay.
All right, maybe not okay, but he really wanted to stop those damn tears spilling down her cheeks.
“Think back to that night,” he said, hoping to get her to focus. Even though it probably wasn’t a good idea to focus on what was making her cry. Still, they needed to know the truth. “What’s the last thing you remember before waking up at the motel?”
She sank down onto the edge of the bed and smeared away the tears with her hand. “Kissing you in your truck.”
“Okay.” Royce tried to pick through his own memories. Yeah, that was there. French kissing, and he had his hand up her shirt and in her bra.
“I unzipped your jeans,” Sophie mumbled.
That particular memory came back at him hard and fast. Especially hard. And he had to fight off the effects of remembering how Sophie had slid her hands into his jeans. And over his erection.
“Think back,” he repeated, not easily. “We were in the truck when that happened, but where was it parked? Because all I remember is, well, nothing about the location.”
“Yes.” And there was enough heat in her voice to let him know that she remembered some of that nonlocation stuff, too.
“We were in the side parking lot of the Lone Star Motel,” Sophie explained. “I’d already gotten a room before the party because I knew I’d be drinking, and I didn’t want to have to drive back out to the ranch.” She paused. “Plus, Travis was there
Royce wasn’t feeling dizzy or queasy, but he was feeling things he didn’t want to feel—like some major concern. “But what?”
The same emotions were in Sophie’s eyes when she finally looked at him again. “When I woke up in the motel room, I was naked. We both were.”
He thought about that a moment. “You were partly dressed when I saw you.” Definitely. He would have remembered a stark-naked Sophie.
“I put on my underwear and was putting on the rest of my clothes when you woke up.”
Oh, man. He did not like the direction this was going in. “Uh, did you feel any different?” Stupid question . Royce tried again. “Were there any signs on your body that we’d had sex?”
She didn’t answer. For a long time. “Yes.” Sophie squeezed her eyes shut, and she groaned even louder than Royce. “I didn’t remember that, not until just now, but I was a little tender. And please don’t make me explain that.”
He wouldn’t. In fact, he didn’t want to be having this discussion at all, but it was necessary. “Any signs that you might be, uh, pregnant? Other than the stuff you’re feeling right now, that is.”
She dropped the back of her head against the fridge and scrubbed her hands over her face. “A missed period. Things have been so crazy that I didn’t notice I was late.”
Royce couldn’t dispute that, but a feeling that he thought might be panic started to crawl through him. Still, he tried not to show Sophie just how bad that panic was.
She pulled in her breath, looked at him again. “I never slept with Travis. Never. And whether you believe me or not, I don’t have one-night stands. In fact, I haven’t been with a man in over a year.”
Sophie winced as if she hadn’t intended to reveal that, and she pushed herself from the fridge and would have stormed off, but Royce got hold of her arm.
“Why wouldn’t I believe you?” he asked.
“Because I lied about being pregnant.” Tears sprang to her eyes. “And now it might not be a lie at all.”
She shook off his grip and practically ran out of the kitchen. Royce went after her and caught up with her just as she ducked into the guest room. She would have shut the door in his face if he hadn’t caught onto it. He didn’t go to her and pull her into his arms, though that’s what he wanted to do. Despite everything he was feeling—and he was feeling a boatload of stuff—he wanted to reassure her that everything would be okay.
All right, maybe not okay, but he really wanted to stop those damn tears spilling down her cheeks.
“Think back to that night,” he said, hoping to get her to focus. Even though it probably wasn’t a good idea to focus on what was making her cry. Still, they needed to know the truth. “What’s the last thing you remember before waking up at the motel?”
She sank down onto the edge of the bed and smeared away the tears with her hand. “Kissing you in your truck.”
“Okay.” Royce tried to pick through his own memories. Yeah, that was there. French kissing, and he had his hand up her shirt and in her bra.
“I unzipped your jeans,” Sophie mumbled.
That particular memory came back at him hard and fast. Especially hard. And he had to fight off the effects of remembering how Sophie had slid her hands into his jeans. And over his erection.
“Think back,” he repeated, not easily. “We were in the truck when that happened, but where was it parked? Because all I remember is, well, nothing about the location.”
“Yes.” And there was enough heat in her voice to let him know that she remembered some of that nonlocation stuff, too.
“We were in the side parking lot of the Lone Star Motel,” Sophie explained. “I’d already gotten a room before the party because I knew I’d be drinking, and I didn’t want to have to drive back out to the ranch.” She paused. “Plus, Travis was there
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