“You got nothing?” he said. “Let me paint the picture for you, Donnie. We had sex on the dock. Once in the shower and two and half times in your bed.”
Her chest heaved rapidly, and he heard her panting through her teeth. “What the hell is a half time?” she snapped.
He smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “I don’t count blowjobs as the full deal.”
Her face went white, and she took a step back. But he wasn’t giving her an inch.
“Are you on the pill or not? It’s an easy question.” He watched her closely, waiting for the answer. If she was? He’d be on a plane back to Florida, and he’d never see her again. But if she wasn’t…well, that changed things completely.
Donovan’s eyes slid from his, her toes dug into the soft carpet as she wrapped her arms around herself.
“My personal situation isn’t any of your business,” she whispered.
Jack was silent for a few moments, watching her face change as her mind went full speed ahead. He’d had some time to think about this, but she obviously hadn’t done the same.
“We had unprotected sex four times.”
Donovan took a few moments and blew out a breath, but she wouldn’t look him in the eye. “Look. We were stupid. It happens. If you need a medial report or whatever, I can get it for you. I’m clean, I mean, I don’t have any kind of STD if that’s what you’re worried about.”
She was talking fast which told Jack just how rattled she was, and her tongue kept poking out to lick the corner of her mouth—another telltale sign that she was upset. And then there was the tick. The one that told him she was close to losing it.
“Good to know,” he replied, conversationally. “And likewise
. I just had a medical a few weeks ago, and I’m as healthy as a horse.”
“Okay,” she said, attempting a smile and failing miserably. “Good. We’re good.”
“No,” Jack said softly. “We’re far from good.”
“But—“
“You could be pregnant.”
“I…” she shook her head and took another step back. “But I…no.” Her voice trembled. “Shit.”
Jack let the information settle before moving in for the kill. He kept his voice neutral, and that was an accomplishment considering the anger he felt was close to explosive.
“Do you have your passport still with you?”
“What?”
“Your passport. Do you have it on you.”
She nodded, face white.
“Good. Tomorrow we’re flying to my family’s place in Northern Ontario.”
“Ontario?”
“Gravenhurst. We’ve got a place on the lake. I took you there once. Thanksgiving I believe. We’ll be there for as long as it takes to figure this out.”
“As long as it takes? Figure what out?” she exploded. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“You are.”
She shook her head. “I’m flying to LA tomorrow.”
“You’re not.”