Thirty Days to Win His Wife. Andrea Laurence
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else on the planet. A thousand miles apart, he could detect that she was upset over the phone. In person, it was hard to ignore that something wasn’t right.
She crossed her arms over her chest, and he noticed she wasn’t wearing her wedding ring. He could feel his own wedding band encircling his finger. He didn’t know why, but he’d worn it faithfully since the ceremony. Somehow it felt tighter and more irritating when he knew he was the only one wearing it. “Where’s your ring?” he asked.
“It’s at home in my jewelry box. Until five minutes ago, no one knew I was married, Tyler. I can’t strut around here with that giant rock on my hand and not get a million questions.”
She was right about that. Subtlety was thrown out the window after you moved past a couple carats. Her ring was a flawless eight-carat D-color cushion-cut diamond. He’d purchased it a few weeks before the reunion and had been taking it, and a selection of other jewels, with him to LA for a potential buyer. The reunion had only been possible because he could fit it in on his way. When they’d scrambled for last-minute wedding rings, he’d pulled it from the hotel vault. They’d agreed that when the prank was done, she’d return it.
“I’ve wanted to keep this whole situation pretty quiet,” she continued. “The fewer people that know, the better. What’s an adventure to us is a ridiculous mistake to others.”
That was probably true. He slipped his own ring off and dropped it into his lapel pocket, noting how his finger suddenly felt naked. It was amazing how easily he’d adjusted to wearing that ring. He’d only gotten close to putting one on the one time, years ago, and since then he hadn’t given much thought to it. “Is there any way we can go somewhere to talk?” He glanced down at his watch. “It’s still early. I’ll take you out for pancakes, my treat.”
Her face fell into another frown, this time with her delicate brow furrowing. “I can’t right now, Tyler. I’m supposed to be in a staff meeting. You may be able to work whenever and wherever you want, but I’m not a jewel dealer that zips around the country whenever I please. I run a business with partners that count on me. And on Mondays, we have a standing meeting.”
“I’m sure they’d understand. Come on, Ames. It will be like senior ditch day all over again. We can have eggs and sausage and pancakes. Maple syrup. I caught a dawn flight from LaGuardia and came straight here without eating anything. I’m starving.”
Amelia’s eyes narrowed for a moment, then widened with a touch of concern. Her free hand flew to her mouth. “Shut up about the food,” she said.
“What?” What did he say that was so offensive? Breakfast was hardly an unpleasant concept.
“I said, shut up, please.” Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her muscles tense as she fought for control. It concerned him. He wanted to run to her, do something, but he didn’t think the gesture would be welcome.
After a moment, she took a deep breath and seemed to recover. “I can’t talk to you right now, Tyler. You just show up out of the blue with no thought to my schedule. I’m not fifteen anymore. I will meet with you, but you’ve got to respect the plans I have. I can meet you for lunch if you want.”
He nodded, knowing she was right. His schedule was flexible, but to assume the same of hers was inconsiderate. “Whatever you need to do, Ames. I’ll take you for barbecue, if you want. I haven’t had some good ribs in a long time.”
She started to nod, then froze as a look of panic spread across her face. “I—” she began, then turned on her heel and dashed around the corner.
Tyler started to follow her but stopped when he heard the unpleasant sound of retching. Apparently barbecue was not terribly appealing to her.
She returned a moment later, her face flushed and her eyes watery. “I’m sorry about that.”
Why was she apologizing? “Are you okay? Did you eat something bad?”
She shook her head, a somber expression in her eyes. “No,” she said. “I’m fine. I’m just...pregnant.”
This was a bad dream.
This was not how her life was supposed to go. Not how this moment was supposed to be. Her first child was supposed to be a blessed occasion. She was supposed to be joyous, not nauseous. Telling her husband the news should be a gloriously happy moment.
Gloriously happy were not the words she would use to describe the look on Tyler’s face. His square jaw was slack, his pale blue eyes wide with panic. Not even his expensive suit could keep her superconfident, successful best friend from instantly transforming back into the startled, unsure teen on his first day at a new school.
She still remembered the day her father, the principal at El Dorado High School, had walked into her freshman English class with a new student in tow. She’d pointed out an empty seat beside her and befriended the new boy. It was the best decision she’d ever made. Tyler was the best friend a girl could have.
Today, looking at that same lost expression on his face, she didn’t know what to do. Hugging him seemed awkward considering the state of their physical relationship and the legal ramifications of their marriage. She didn’t have any words of comfort or wisdom to offer. If she did, she’d say them to herself. She was still reeling from the morning’s dose of unexpected news.
She was pregnant with Tyler’s baby. She just couldn’t figure out how something like that could be possible. From the moment she’d seen the two pink lines on the pregnancy test this morning until she’d announced it to him, it had felt surreal. She loved Tyler more than anyone else. She’d known him since she was fourteen. But having his baby had never been a part of her plan. And Amelia had big plans.
Apparently, it wasn’t part of his plans, either. Before she made her announcement, his gaze had drifted over her body, bringing a flush to her cheeks. It didn’t take much to realize that he was mentally reliving their night together. She understood. Seeing him standing there in his tailored suit with that charming smile had made it hard for her to remember she was supposed to be irritated with him.
Now all he could do was stare at her midsection, looking desperately for some kind of evidence that she was wrong. She wished she were wrong, but she hadn’t needed that test to know the truth. It had only confirmed what the past few days’ misery had made abundantly clear.
“Say something,” she pressed at last.
Tyler cleared his throat and nodded, her words snapping him back into the moment. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I wasn’t expecting...” His voice trailed off.
“I don’t think either of us was expecting any of this. Especially me being pregnant.” Or her throwing up into the lobby trash can. “But what’s done is done. As much as I’d like to go back in time and change things, we can’t. Now we have to figure out what we’re going to do.”
She needed his input desperately because she didn’t know what to do. In any other scenario, Tyler would’ve been the one Amelia ran to for support and advice. If she’d found herself pregnant by another man, he’d be the first person she called in a panic. He would be the one to talk her down and tell her everything was okay. But it was his baby, and somehow that made everything more difficult.
“So do you still need to go to your meeting?” he asked.
Now that the baby was out of the bag, so to speak, the meeting didn’t seem as critical. Her stubbornness had really been more from irritation about his disregard for her plans than anything else. She loved Tyler, but sometimes he forgot he wasn’t the CEO of everything and everyone. He’d steamroll people if they let him. Amelia was one person who never let him.
The meeting wasn’t her number one priority at the moment. She could catch up on the high points later. It was more important to talk to Tyler about what they were going to do.