Forty Day Fiancé (Sassy in the City 3)

“Oh, trust me, I do know that.” Yet, he wasn’t unwilling to compromise.

He was the total package and I had utterly betrayed myself and all of my intentions by going and falling completely and totally in love with him.

Massive idiot, that was me.

As usual.

What the hell would I do if none of this worked out? If we didn’t work out?

Suddenly, without warning, I felt tears in my eyes.

Oh, fuck, how awkward was that?

Michael was coming over to us, carrying a toddler in his arms, presumably the child’s mother walking beside him.

I dabbed my eyes with my napkin desperately, but Kim had already seen the tears. She shot me a look of alarm.

Michael’s eyes widened and his smile fell off his face. “Are you okay, Felicia?”

I nodded, sniffing. “Just too much hot sauce,” I lied. “I’m fine.”

Obviously, Kim would know I was lying si

nce I hadn’t eaten anything with hot sauce, but I couldn’t worry about it.

The introductions were a blur but I put on a smile and was polite. It turned out the mother was a colleague of Michael’s, a fellow surgeon. I looked at her toddler, a little girl who had deep brown eyes. She wasn’t smiling. She was staring at me with such intensity, I could have sworn she was on to me. It was like she knew Michael and I were lying to everyone and the government and playing a very dangerous game.

That made me mentally shake my head. She was a toddler. She was probably just staring at my red lipstick or my necklace and I was fucking losing it.

So maybe the kid didn’t know anything but when I turned, looking for somewhere I could get a glass of water, I saw Kim watching me.

It was not a nice look. It was a hate-filled expression of pure rage.

She had lied about not having a crush. Our gazes met and she rapidly looked away.

I didn’t even care. Let her crush on him all she wanted. If the man had even once ounce of interest in her he’d have made a move in the years they’d worked together.

The only concern it gave me was if she chose to be a bitch and tell INS we were stretching the truth about the length or depth of our relationship. If she did, then she was just a miserable cow.

I felt nauseous and I wanted a glass of water. “I’m sorry,” I said, rudely interrupting the conversation going on around me. “I desperately need some water, so excuse me a minute. I’ll be right back.”

Michael was handing the toddler back to her mother and looking concerned. “I can go get some for you.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” I couldn’t stand there and guarantee I wasn’t going to tear up again, which was absurd. “I’ll be right back.”

I turned and blindly set my plate down on a high-top table.

“She was really pale,” the woman said, whose name I honestly couldn’t remember even though I’d been told it five minutes earlier. “She’s either coming down with something or she’s pregnant. I recognize that expression of trying not to lose your lunch.”

“Maybe she’s hungover,” Kim offered.

I didn’t even pause to debate why the hell Kim would suggest something like that as I rushed off, terrified by Dr. Whoever’s statement.

Pregnant?

No. I couldn’t be.

That would be so not cool.