“Just one?”
I scrubbed my palms on my thighs. “I’m going to sound like an asshole. And I don’t want you to go in there alone.”
She crossed her arms. “You just said we were in this together. So, that changed in three miles? Nice.”
I turned in my seat. “I’d go in there and clear them out of pregnancy tests. I don’t care about that. But what if someone recognizes me?”
She stared out the window with her jaw set. “Oh, big bad race car driver knocked up a chick?”
Gently, I gripped her chin and turned her face toward me. “More like heading number three on US Weekly’s email list. ‘Gage Kramer and gorgeous stranger buy pregnancy test.’ Not sure about you, but those things get talked about in our circles.” She narrowed her gaze. “By our parents and friends, never mind anyone else.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.”
I pulled out my wallet and counted out a few hundred dollars.
“Gage, they’re not that expensive.”
I just gave her the whole wad of bills. “Buy what you think you need and come back to me.”
She sighed. “Why do you have to surprise me?”
I laughed. “Gotta keep things interesting, right?” She opened her door, but before she could get out, I dragged her back against me and covered her mouth with mine. The kiss was far too quick. “Thanks.”
She licked her lips and gave me another quizzical look. “I’ll be right back.”
I tapped on the steering wheel and checked my phone.
Over and over again.
How the hell long did it take to buy a test? Or a few tests. The parking lot had only a handful of cars.
Fuck it, I was going to get out and check on her. For God’s sake, what if she’d fainted again?
She opened the door and got in with the telltale white and red bag. “Sorry. I wasn’t sure what to buy. I looked online for the best test and then there were so many different options online, and in the store.” She huffed out a breath and shoved the bills back at me. “I got three different ones that were the highest rated.”
“All right then.” When I tried to wave off the money, she growled.
I wasn’t winning that battle. It was better to wave the white flag there. I tucked the wad into my jeans pocket and pulled out. “Where do we want to do this?”
“My place, I guess.”
I nodded.
She pulled out each box and read the back of them as she chewed on the side of her thumbnail.
“Is it hard?”
“Doesn’t seem like it. Pee on the stick and wait for the lines or the words to come up. I got both kinds.”
“Right.”
We parked near her building and went in the side entrance and up the stairs. She dropped the bag on the island and started ripping into the boxes.
I glanced at the stack of peach cups on her counter. “Lots of cups. Need any water? You know, to—”
Her gaze darted from the cups to me, then back again. “Um, no. I’m good.” She cleared her throat. “I’ll be right back.”