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three weeks ago.”
Miranda's eyebrows furrowed, wondering if Naomi was freaking out prematurely over a late period. “You mean the one night you and Jack were together?”
“Yes!”
Something was not computing in Miranda's head. How could Naomi be pregnant? She was an experienced barfly with precision birth control. Hell, Miranda swore she tracked her ovulation dates just to be extra careful! Without meaning to, Miranda's tone squeaked higher, “Aren't you on birth control?”
An uncertain knock clattered across the door. The women jumped, their gazes turning to the offending entryway. On the other side, Jack's concerned voice wafted through, “Everything all right in there?”
“Yes!” Naomi winced as the single word came out as a squawk. She clamped her lips shut, listening for retreat of Jack's footfalls, before turning back to Miranda. She pinned her friend under that bright-eyed, watery gaze. “I am, but it failed or something. I don't know. All I know is there's a bun in the oven, Miranda.”
Learning from her mistake, Miranda dropped her voice low, “How do you know it's Jack's?”
“Timing and I haven't been with anyone since.”
“Really?” Incredulity puckered at her thoughts. Her friend was constantly using and losing men. She had a faster turnover rate than most retail workplaces. Did Jack mean something to her? The thought made Miranda's heart jitter in pleasant heat. Naomi finding someone she loved, absolutely and dearly, had been an event she looked forward to. Too bad it involved bikers running away from a life-threatening situation.
Naomi hissed, not even perturbed by Miranda's surprise, “Yes!”
Silence fell. The bathroom suddenly felt hot and stuffy. Miranda reached over to the switches, flicking on the fan. The mechanisms clanked and creaked to life, buzzing like an oversized hornet above their heads. “Does Jack know?”
“No,” muttered Naomi, hanging her head. The woman sounded on the verge of tears. She sniffed loudly and wiped something away from her eye.
Miranda clasped at her friend's shoulder. Tears swelled in her own eyes. She could just imagine Naomi's thoughts and worries mirrored her own. “Okay. What are you going to do?”
“What can I do?” She wailed, her hands digging into her blonde tresses. She pulled away and paced the length of the small bathroom. Once she perched herself on the edge of the bathtub, she whined, “I don't know. When Jack came back, I thought maybe he'd stay, but then all of...” She trailed off and waved her hand around, “ This happened.”
“I know what you mean,” sighed Miranda as she sat down on the toilet lid. A silence descended again. The heat in the bathroom didn't alleviate much, but the fan cranked a small breeze.
Miranda's options looped through her head: stay in Legacy and risk death or escape over the border. Her gaze flickered to Naomi. Beautiful, blonde, pregnant Naomi who was currently biting her bottom lip and fending off tears. She couldn't leave her behind.
But, she'd be a fool to think that was the only reason.
Her stomach flipped and she drew her gaze away from her friend, as if she could read her thoughts. Miranda wanted to stay with Tyler. She wanted to help him. She didn't care the price. In her head, her family spewed degradation and disappointment. In her heart, however, warmth pounded through her arteries. She'd never forgive herself if any of them died while she was sunning on a beach in Italy or eating bonbons in France.
“We should get back out there,” breathed Miranda, knowing her choice had been made. She glanced at Naomi from the corner of her eye. “We should talk to the guys.”
Naomi's gaze flickered up and then to the door. Apprehension twisted through her limbs. Her blue glaze hardened, a decision met and she stood. “Yeah, let's get out there.”
* * *
As soon as Miranda and Naomi stepped into the
Miranda's eyebrows furrowed, wondering if Naomi was freaking out prematurely over a late period. “You mean the one night you and Jack were together?”
“Yes!”
Something was not computing in Miranda's head. How could Naomi be pregnant? She was an experienced barfly with precision birth control. Hell, Miranda swore she tracked her ovulation dates just to be extra careful! Without meaning to, Miranda's tone squeaked higher, “Aren't you on birth control?”
An uncertain knock clattered across the door. The women jumped, their gazes turning to the offending entryway. On the other side, Jack's concerned voice wafted through, “Everything all right in there?”
“Yes!” Naomi winced as the single word came out as a squawk. She clamped her lips shut, listening for retreat of Jack's footfalls, before turning back to Miranda. She pinned her friend under that bright-eyed, watery gaze. “I am, but it failed or something. I don't know. All I know is there's a bun in the oven, Miranda.”
Learning from her mistake, Miranda dropped her voice low, “How do you know it's Jack's?”
“Timing and I haven't been with anyone since.”
“Really?” Incredulity puckered at her thoughts. Her friend was constantly using and losing men. She had a faster turnover rate than most retail workplaces. Did Jack mean something to her? The thought made Miranda's heart jitter in pleasant heat. Naomi finding someone she loved, absolutely and dearly, had been an event she looked forward to. Too bad it involved bikers running away from a life-threatening situation.
Naomi hissed, not even perturbed by Miranda's surprise, “Yes!”
Silence fell. The bathroom suddenly felt hot and stuffy. Miranda reached over to the switches, flicking on the fan. The mechanisms clanked and creaked to life, buzzing like an oversized hornet above their heads. “Does Jack know?”
“No,” muttered Naomi, hanging her head. The woman sounded on the verge of tears. She sniffed loudly and wiped something away from her eye.
Miranda clasped at her friend's shoulder. Tears swelled in her own eyes. She could just imagine Naomi's thoughts and worries mirrored her own. “Okay. What are you going to do?”
“What can I do?” She wailed, her hands digging into her blonde tresses. She pulled away and paced the length of the small bathroom. Once she perched herself on the edge of the bathtub, she whined, “I don't know. When Jack came back, I thought maybe he'd stay, but then all of...” She trailed off and waved her hand around, “ This happened.”
“I know what you mean,” sighed Miranda as she sat down on the toilet lid. A silence descended again. The heat in the bathroom didn't alleviate much, but the fan cranked a small breeze.
Miranda's options looped through her head: stay in Legacy and risk death or escape over the border. Her gaze flickered to Naomi. Beautiful, blonde, pregnant Naomi who was currently biting her bottom lip and fending off tears. She couldn't leave her behind.
But, she'd be a fool to think that was the only reason.
Her stomach flipped and she drew her gaze away from her friend, as if she could read her thoughts. Miranda wanted to stay with Tyler. She wanted to help him. She didn't care the price. In her head, her family spewed degradation and disappointment. In her heart, however, warmth pounded through her arteries. She'd never forgive herself if any of them died while she was sunning on a beach in Italy or eating bonbons in France.
“We should get back out there,” breathed Miranda, knowing her choice had been made. She glanced at Naomi from the corner of her eye. “We should talk to the guys.”
Naomi's gaze flickered up and then to the door. Apprehension twisted through her limbs. Her blue glaze hardened, a decision met and she stood. “Yeah, let's get out there.”
* * *
As soon as Miranda and Naomi stepped into the
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