Page 51 of Josephine and Clay

“No.”

“Dizziness?”

I offer her a one-shouldered shrug. “Earlier.”

“Now?”

“Less.”

She nods slowly. “Okay.”

I set the glass down. “It’s probably nothing.”

“Probably,” she agrees.

“Stress.”

“Maybe.”

I nod along with her. “I’ve been working a lot.”

“You have.”

“I haven’t been sleeping well.”

She tilts her head. “That’s new.”

I ignore that. “It’s just my body catching up,” I continue. “That’s all.”

“Mm.”

“I’ll be fine by tomorrow.”

“Probably.”

I narrow my eyes. “You’re not agreeing with me.”

“I am,” she says lightly. “I’m just also thinking.”

She pushes off the counter and heads for the fridge. “Maybe you picked up a stomach bug. Or maybe Mrs. Sanderson’s cat finally cursed you.” She pauses, glancing back over her shoulder. “Or maybe you’re pregnant.”

A laugh slips out of me automatically… then it dies.

Penny stills. The room goes strangely quiet, like everything has shifted shape around me.

“No,” I say, too quickly.

Her expression changes, the teasing draining out of it. “Josie.”

I shake my head once, already doing the math without wanting to. “No. I’m just tired.”

“When was your last period?”

I look away. “I don’t know.”

She gives me a look. “You know.”

“I’ve been busy.”