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He followed me in to the pharmacy after we’d parked and I headed straight back to the prescription counter. I’d never done this for myself before, but I’d brought April a few times.
“Plan B, please.”
The pharmacy tech looked at me for a moment. “ID please?”
I handed her my ID and she looked at the ID and at me. “Is everything on here correct?”
They’d never asked April that. I might have lied about my weight.
My guts roiled and twisted. “My weight has changed.”
She leaned toward me, at least making an attempt to be discreet. “Plan B might not be an effective option for you. It’s found to be unreliable for women over one-hundred and seventy-five pounds. I won’t tell you not to buy it, but if you’re worried you might be pregnant, watch your cycle closely.”
I turned to look at Kieran who obviously hadn’t heard her. He was tapping his foot to the elevator music and looking around the store like a kid waiting for his mom to be done shopping.
I nodded, but I said, “Thanks. I’ll take it anyway.”
She rang it up and I swiped my debit card.
Loaded up with the neatly stapled bag, I wondered if I should tell Kieran what the tech had told me. Then I thought about his earlier reaction. There was no reason to drive it into the ground.
It would give him peace of mind. If I ended up pregnant, well, I’d deal with it. I couldn’t even think about that now.
A small, nagging voice in the back of my head said that I could’ve told Brant about it. In fact, I wouldn’t have thought twice about telling him.
They were different men, I had to stop comparing them.
When we were out in the car, I said, “Let’s grab a pizza. I don’t want to take this on an empty stomach.”
“You got it, baby.”
It occurred to me that he didn’t bother to buy any condoms.
12
It was both familiar and strange waking up in bed with Kieran.
I still wondered if I was dreaming.
But the pounding on the door that slammed through my head didn’t seem to be a dream at all.
“Fucking hell, someone better be dead.” Kieran rolled over and dragged me beneath the covers with him. I’d have been content to curl in his arms and go back to sleep if only the pounding would stop.
He growled and slid out of bed.
He was naked.
“Are you going to get dressed?”
“No. They deserve the wrath of my manhood if they can’t wait until a decent hour.”
I looked at the clock on the table. It was noon. I couldn’t believe I’d slept so long. I started to get up.
“Lass, if you budge just one centimeter off that bed, whoever is at the door is going to die a slow death. I have plans for you today.” He winked at me.
I got off the bed anyway. I wanted to see who was at the door.
Kieran opened the door, giving me a view of his gorgeous, tight ass and our visitor, whoever they were, a view of his…
I recognized her voice. She’d been one of many of the pussy parade as I’d come to call it.
The nasty voice in my head said I could now join their club.
It was cordially invited to shut up. This was my house, and my Kieran.
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” she said. “You weren’t at the club last night and you promised you’d be there for my bachelorette party.”
I was torn between telling him to make good on his promise somehow because it was bad for business if he didn’t. I couldn’t let him screw up at work just because we were together. He said this was what he loved doing and I wouldn’t screw up Chubbalicious for him—or anyone for that matter.
But me in girlfriend mode wanted to rip that girl’s eyes out of her head and stomp them into Jell-O. I reminded myself that this was part of dating Kieran. This would have been part of dating Brant, too.
“Something came up.”
She gave him a once over, looking him up and down. “I can see that it did.” I heard her giggle. “And it’s still up.”
Kieran laughed and the sound grated on my nerves.
“Do you need some help with that?”
“I thought I was supposed to dance for your bachelorette party?”
“You were.”
“How does your husband-to-be feel about your fucking other men?” Kieran asked in a soft voice.
“The same way I feel about him fucking his secretary.”
“Are you sure you should be marrying him?”
“I’m sure I should still be fucking you.”
“I’m seeing someone.”
The woman laughed. “So who is the paragon of femininity that finally caught you, Finn? She must be a supermodel.”
I looked down at myself. Hardly. I waited with baited breath to see what he’d say, what he’d do. I think I half expected him to go outside and bang her in his car and come back inside like nothing had ever happened. Or he’d tell her to wait for him because he’d had a brain tumor for dinner and hooked up with his homely roommate…
