The Endgame Is You (Rixon Raiders 4)

How could I deny myself when all I wanted was to see Hailee, to know she was okay?

The answer was, I couldn’t.

Hailee

I felt like crap.

Ever since finding out I was pregnant two weeks ago, it had been a constant cycle of sickness and lethargy. I’d missed a ton of classes, and spent most of my time camped out on the sofa watching daytime TV, sucking ice chips, and feeling sorry for myself.

Felicity and Mya were on my back to tell Cameron. According to my dates, I was almost entering the second trimester. I had a scan booked

for next week.

I wanted to tell him. I did. So many times, I’d reached for my cell to call him. But every time, something stopped me.

Cameron was facing the biggest loss a child could have... the timing sucked.

Everything about it sucked.

Yet, I knew I had to tell him eventually.

I’d just got comfortable, ready for another episode of Friends, when the doorbell rang. That was odd. People usually buzzed to be let into the building.

Throwing the blanket off me, I padded across the apartment and checked the peephole. “Cameron?” His name spilled from my lips and I fumbled to open the door. “What are you doing here?”

“Hey.” An uncertain smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Can I come in?” he asked when I didn’t reply.

“I... uh... this is your apartment too; you don’t need an invitation.”

Cameron was here.

Oh God.

I pulled my oversized cardigan around my body.

“Are you okay,” he said, “you don’t look so good?”

“I’m fine. What are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry to just show up, but my mom—”

“Is she okay? I mean, I know she’s not okay. But did something—”

“Hailee, relax, she’s okay, all things considered.”

“That’s good.” I let out a small sigh of relief. “You didn’t call to say you were coming?”

“Honestly?” He ran a hand down his handsome face. “I didn’t know what to say.”

“Oh.”

This was so awkward, and I hated it. I hated that we’d become like strangers to one another.

“Do you want to sit?” I asked.

“Yeah, that would be good.”

We moved into the living room. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He eyed the glass of ice chips and the blanket.