Watch Over Me (Danvers #7)(38)



That hope was shot-to-hell when she saw Mia leaning against the door of her office, looking more polished than usual. Without preamble, the other woman looked at her in surprise before asking, “What in the hell happened to you?”

Gwen looked down quickly and noticed that her blouse was hanging out of her slacks, except for one small corner. Without answering, she quickly opened her door and flipped on the lights before running for the cover of her desk. Mia moved into the office as well and shut the door behind her. Gwen was surprised to find herself blurting out, “My period is coming early.”

Mia looked momentarily confused before asking, “Isn’t that good news?”

“Yes.” Gwen sniffed as she dropped her head to her desk.

She felt a hand on her shoulder before Mia asked tentatively, “Did you want a baby, after all, Gwen, or is something else going on? Are things okay with Dominic?”

To her horror, tears began falling as she sobbed, “Fine—for now . . .”

Mia stuffed a tissue in her hand, giving her a minute to collect herself before continuing. “Honey, I’m not sure I’m following you. Tell me what’s got you this upset. If Dominic has done something, I’ll go down and put these four-inch heels to good use. His ass will never be the same again.”

Gwen gave a choked laugh, grateful for Mia’s attempt at humor. Of course, she was pretty certain that the other woman wasn’t making empty threats either. She could easily see her nailing Dominic to the wall. Wiping her nose, she took a couple of deep breaths, and then settled back into her seat. “I know this is going to sound crazy,” she began, “but I started spotting this morning and instead of being relieved, all I could think was that now I’ll lose Dominic.”

Mia took her hand, and then grimaced as she ended up with a wad of wet Kleenex. “Has he said something to lead you to believe that your relationship will be over if you aren’t pregnant?”

Shaking her head, Gwen said, “What relationship? We’ve only been doing whatever we’re doing for a couple of weeks, and that all began because of a bottle of wine and a broken condom.”

“That’s total bullshit,” Mia scolded. “The man wouldn’t have had you on every surface in his apartment if he wasn’t attracted to you. And he sure wouldn’t be spending every available moment with you since then just to find out if you are pregnant or not. He could have just as easily told you to let him know. You’ve been the happiest that I’ve ever seen you since that night and the man who I’ve witnessed bringing you coffee and speaking to you in a restaurant didn’t look like someone desperate to run. Has he even asked you when you’re taking a pregnancy test?”

“No,” Gwen admitted, “he hasn’t mentioned it.”

“Well, there you go.” Mia smiled. “If he was so desperate to end things, he’d be counting the moments until he could break ties with you. Has your period officially started?”

“There was just that spotting this morning. I’m sure it’s coming.”

“Why don’t you buy a pregnancy test so you’ll know?” Mia suggested. “Then you can go ahead and tell him and you can stop torturing yourself.”

“I will,” Gwen agreed. “I just need a day to get myself together. I’m glad Dominic’s traveling on business today because I’d probably make a fool out of myself otherwise.”

With an impish grin, Mia said, “You, my dear, need a distraction. I’m going to lunch with Suzy and a few of her friends, and I want you to come with me.”

“No,” Gwen shook her head frantically. “I can’t do that. Isn’t Ava friends with Suzy?”

“I’ll check to make sure she’s not coming first,” Mia conceded. “If I get the all clear, you’re coming. They’re a lot of fun. Crystal’s probably going since her sister Ella will be there.”

Gwen looked down at her clothing before looking back at Mia. “I can’t go like this. I look like a mess. I even wore the wrong damn shoes.”

Mia looked her up and down before saying, “I’ll come to your office a few minutes early and we’ll get you all spiffed up. I’ve got an extra pair of shoes in my desk.”

Gwen could only imagine what kind of shoes those were, but teetering around in impossibly high heels had to be better than the pair of New Balance shoes she had mistakenly picked to wear with her dress clothes. She knew by the determined set of her friend’s shoulders that it was useless to argue. Nothing short of divine intervention was going to get her out of lunch today. “All right,” she conceded, “but you better have a miracle in your makeup bag, because I’m going to need it.”

*   *   *

True to her word, Mia had transformed her into someone more presentable in less than fifteen minutes. But the shoes that Mia had lent her were about a size too small, so she was grateful when they reached the restaurant. Her toes had lost feeling shortly after she had squeezed them into the too tight leather pumps. Sometimes you had to suffer for fashion and this was one of those times.

When they walked through the door, Crystal ran over, seeming surprised, but happy that Gwen had come along. “You came! When Mia told me that you’d agreed to our group lunch, I didn’t think you’d show up.” Lowering her voice, Crystal added, “Ava’s not coming, I already double-checked that.”

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