Pregnant by the Rival CEO
And Jacob? He apparently wasn’t quite so torn up by what had happened, moving ahead with the Sunny Side deal. Nope. He’d gone right back to work, making his millions. Perfect.
Her eyes drifted to the picture accompanying the headline. Jacob had that smile on his face, the one he wasn’t quick to share, the one you had to coax out of him because he played everything so close to the vest. She missed that smile so much that it made her ache. And it was a longing for more than just him, it was a longing for the way she’d been with him—happy. It was also a longing for the possibilities of “us.” Between her dad’s illness, death and the company’s troubles, the future had seemed bleak and uncertain for over a year. The notion of “us” had lifted her out of that state, but it hadn’t lasted long.
Holly rapped on her office door. “Carrie said you have a minute.”
Anna shuffled the newspaper aside and collected herself. “Yes. Of course. What’s up?”
“I wanted to ask if you can sit in on my meeting tomorrow morning. Everybody seems to react more favorably to bad news when you’re in the room, and there’s a lot of bad news.” Holly sidled in and plopped a muffin down on Anna’s desk. “Here. I brought you some breakfast so you can’t say no.”
“Is that blueberry?” Anna scrunched her nose. The aroma had overtaken her office with an artificial, off-putting smell.
“Yes. Isn’t it your favorite?”
Anna shook her head. “Usually. I guess I’m not very hungry this morning. Thank you, though. I appreciate it.”
“Let me get this out of your way then.” Holly reached for the offending pastry and marched it out of Anna’s office. She returned seconds later. “Are you feeling okay today? You look a bit pale.”
Anna hadn’t been feeling well at all—tired and blah. Probably a bug of some sort. December was right about time for the first cold of the season. “I’m okay. Just a little run-down.”
“Yeah, I hear that. I have the worst PMS right now.”
PMS. A thought flashed through Anna’s mind—when was the last time she’d had her period? Miami? That was two months ago. “I know how that goes.”
“So you’re in on this meeting? Please say yes.” Holly smiled and batted her lashes.
“Sure thing,” Anna agreed, now distracted by the new direction in which her malaise seemed to be pointing.
Holly left and Anna immediately pulled up the period tracker app on her phone. The notification was right in front of her seconds later. Forty-two days late.
“I’m never late,” she muttered to herself, her brain slowly catching up. She pinched the bridge of her nose. No. There’s no way.
She shook her head and dismissed it as silly. She couldn’t be that. She couldn’t be pregnant. It had to be stress. She hadn’t just been under a lot of it, she’d been buried in it. Sucking in a deep breath, she ushered foolish thoughts out of her head and got to work.
A half hour later, her stomach rumbled and growled. The muffin might have been disgusting smelling, but she probably should’ve eaten it. She rolled her chair over to the office credenza where Carrie had stashed some snacks. A protein bar seemed like a good idea, but the moment she tore open the package and got a whiff of chocolate and peanut butter, her stomach lurched again.
It has to be the stomach flu. I should go home.
She packed up her laptop, put on her coat, and stepped out of her office. “You know, Carrie, I think I’m coming down with something. I’m going to work from home for the rest of the day, but it’d be great if you could run interference for me, at least a little. Just tell people to send me an email if they need me.”
“And Mr. Langford? What do you want me to tell him if he asks?” Carrie cringed. Adam had bitten her head off last week. It was hard to blame him at this point.
“You’re welcome to tell him I’m sick.” No use sugarcoating it.
One of the company drivers took Anna back to her apartment, but she asked him to stop by the pharmacy on the way there. She dashed in, grabbed some pain reliever and seltzer. The line at the register was long, which only gave her more time to think about the improbable. Was she? The doctor had told her it was a virtual impossibility. Virtual. That didn’t mean an absolute zero.
She turned back for a pregnancy test, admonishing herself for giving in to these ridiculous thoughts. As if she could be pregnant by her brother’s biggest enemy, the man who’d started the war on her family’s corporation. The entire idea was ludicrous.