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Three
    Four weeks later...
    T he packaging on the pregnancy test was too slick for Alex’s shaking fingers to grip. Gracelessly, she stuck the end in her mouth and tore it open. The slim stick fell out and tumbled end over end into the toilet bowl with a splash. Of course.
    This was surreal. The walls of the company she’d cofounded surrounded her. Fyra was a multimillion-dollar cosmetics powerhouse that she’d worked tirelessly to manage alongside her friends and partners. Every single dollar of revenue and every dime of expense had passed through her fingers from day one. She was responsible for hundreds of employees’ paychecks.
    And she couldn’t do a simple thing like open plastic packaging.
    â€œWhat happened?” Cass’s voice rang out from the other side of the bathroom stall.
    â€œI’m nauseous and clumsy,” Alex shot back. “The stupid test made a break for it and landed in the water.”
    This was not the way Alex wanted to spend her lunch break.
    She was pretty sure the test would only confirm what she already knew in her heart to be the truth. The upset stomach she’d been battling for over a week had nothing to do with the seafood she’d eaten last Friday and everything to do with the night she’d spent with Phillip.
    â€œCan you get it out?”
    â€œI’m working on it.”
    Liar. Staring at the little white stick down in the water wasn’t solving the problem. Alex thought about just flushing the thing and avoiding the whole question of why no amount of prayer had started her skipped period. She and Phillip had used protection. This wasn’t supposed to be happening.
    â€œJust pee in the toilet,” Cass suggested. “You don’t have to be holding the stick for it to work.”
    Alex sighed and gave in to the inevitable. “Fine. It’s done. Now, how long do I have to wait?”
    â€œI don’t know.” Cass rustled the paper instructions she’d been holding when Alex had locked herself in the bathroom stall. “Three minutes.”
    Might as well be three hours. Alex shredded her nails in under a minute and a half, not that it mattered. No one was looking at her nails. Phillip had gone back to Washington the day after his party, as promised, and they’d conversed a few times via email. He’d called twice to say hi, but so far, they hadn’t connected for dinner. She wasn’t upset. He’d let her know when he was free and that obviously hadn’t happened yet.
    It was exactly what she’d signed up for. A night of passion with an amazing man who paid attention to her. She still dreamed about the way his mouth felt on hers and how gorgeous that man’s body was. Sure, she’d have liked to see him again, but that might mean having a conversation about what dating meant for them and she didn’t want to ruin the magic with real-life fears and hang-ups.
    If the test came back positive, they’d be having a hell of a conversation about dates, that was for sure. Due dates, birth dates, playdates. It was mind-boggling.
    She peered into the toilet. Nothing. Or maybe something. Did the results window look a little pink? Her stomach flipped over and back again. “What do the instructions say about how to read this test? What does it mean if it’s pink?”
    She’d read them herself but panic drove the information from her brain.
    â€œOne pink line is not pregnant. Two pink lines is pregnant. You’ve never taken a pregnancy test before?” Cass didn’t bother to keep the incredulity from her tone. “Not even in college?”
    â€œNo,” Alex muttered. “You’d have to have sex to need one.”
    She’d been just as awkward and clumsy in college as she was now. Men shied away, for the most part. Phillip was a rare exception.
    Please, God, do not let that exception have irreversible consequences.
    More pink bled into the