Out of Love(87)

How was I supposed to ever see Wylder again? I had no contact information for him, not even his new last name. Maybe it was a sign. Time to let go again. Not just again … forever.

I cleared my throat. “That makes total sense. It is surprising a man like him wouldn’t already have someone who specialized in international law.”

Tim nodded and smiled before slipping around the corner toward his office.

“You look like you’ve lost weight,” Meghan, Tricia’s secretary, eyed me as she walked toward the fridge.

I shrugged. “What can I say? They’ve been riding me hard. I’ve had very little sleep.”

“Hope you’re going home for Thanksgiving so your family can put some meat back on those bones.”

On a chuckle, I shook my head. “We’re a pretty athletic family. My workouts are intensive. It’s hard to keep weight on that’s not muscle.”

“Now you’re just bragging.” She rolled her eyes at me, just before I winked and headed to my office.

“Call on line two, Livy.” Dani smiled at me as I walked by her desk. “An Aunt Jessica.”

I slid my cell phone out of my pocket, looking for a missed call. There wasn’t one. Sitting at my desk, I picked up the receiver. “Jess?”

“Hi, Livy.”

“Why are you calling my work number? Is my phone not working?”

“Your dad monitors your cell phone.”

“He does what?”

“It’s not important. We need to—”

“No. I’m pretty sure my dad violating my privacy is very important and illegal.”

“Your dad has made a living doing illegal stuff. That’s not why I called. I need you to listen. He’ll be out of the shower soon.”

“Where are you at?”

“His place. We sparred and now we’re going out for dinner since Luke is out of town for a conference. Just. Listen!”

I narrowed my eyes. “Okay. I’m listening.”

“I was using your dad’s computer to check on something at work, and he had a notification pop up. A notification about you. I managed to erase it to buy you some time, but he’ll eventually come across the information.”

“What are you talking about?”

“He gets notifications about your medical records and the—”

“He’s hacked into my medical records?” My face soured as anger climbed up my neck. He knew no boundaries.

“Livy! I don’t have much time. I heard the shower go off. You’re pregnant. Please tell me it’s Darren’s baby.”

I said nothing because I knew I didn’t hear her correctly.

“Livy?”

“I … I’m not pregnant.”

“The blood test you had two days ago says otherwise.”

“Then it’s the wrong person’s records. I’m on the pill. I haven’t had sex in four months.”

“Have you had your period in the past four months?”

“Of course.”

Wait …

I had no fucking clue. I didn’t have regular periods. And when I started training so intensely with Jessica and my dad after the Abe incident, I would often skip periods, sometimes several months.

“You’re sure?”

“Pretty sure.”

“You don’t keep track?”

I rubbed my temples. “No … I … they’re irregular and all over the place. But I promise you, I’m not pregnant. I broke up with Darren. I haven’t seen him since I moved here.”

“To be clear, because I’m going to have to hang up in less than a minute, you haven’t had unprotected sex since you moved to Sacramento. Correct?”

“I’m. On. The. Pill.”

“Condom, Livy! Did you have sex without a condom?”

I swallowed hard. “Yes.”

The line went dead, and I assumed my dad had emerged from the bathroom and she had to disconnect the call. It was a routine physical. I had no complaints. They were going to run an STD test after I confessed I’d had sex without a condom with someone who wasn’t my partner. The doctor said a pregnancy test would be a good idea, but I’m pretty sure I declined it.

Confidentiality … or so I fucking thought. Of course I was pissed off at my dad, but I didn’t have time to give his massive invasion of my privacy the attention it deserved because Jess thought I was pregnant.

I was not pregnant.

No way.

I know I didn’t ask for a pregnancy test. The doctor must have ignored me, adding it to the lineup of STD tests. When did a fetus become an STD?

Fetus … baby …

Nope. It had to be a mistake. I. Was. On. The. Pill.

Not to mention, it really did take an act of God for me to have a regular period, which meant it had to take an act of God for me to get pregnant.

God wasn’t that cruel. He had better things to do than facilitate the meeting of an egg and sperm in me after all that I’d been through in my young life.

With shaky hands, I brought up the number for my doctor, a hot doctor Tricia recommended when I asked for a referral.

“Hi. This is Livy Knight. I need you to give me my test results from my appointment Monday. I don’t see anything posted to my app.”