Page 159 of Twins for Three Bad Boys

Tears slip down my cheeks again.

“I’m so scared,” I admit.

“Of course you are.”

“And what if they don’t want this?” I ask.

“Then that’s their decision,” she says. “But this is your body.”

I nod slowly.

“But eventually I have to tell them,” I say.

“Yes.”

“And eventually we have to figure out whose it is.”

“Yes.”

“And eventually the entire town will know.”

She shrugs. “Redwood Run isn’t going to judge you… too much.”

I huff a wet laugh.

She slides a napkin toward me.

“You’re not ruined,” she says firmly. “You’re not reckless. You’re not stupid.”

“I was reckless,” I say weakly.

“You’re human,” she counters.

I press my palm to my stomach again, instinctively.

“I don’t even feel different,” I whisper.

“You won’t yet,” she says softly. “But you will.”

The bell above the café door jingles.

I barely register it.

Until I hear a familiar voice.

“Well, if it ain’t my two favorite conspirators.”

Rex.

I freeze.

Millie’s eyes flick toward the door.

Rex is mid-step inside, Bolt trotting in beside him excitedly. He’s smiling until he sees my face.

The smile drops instantly.

He takes in the red eyes, the tear-streaked cheeks, the way I’m clutching napkins like they’re flotation devices.