Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Pippa shot Maggie a worried look. Shoot. They wanted her gone so they could talk. And she couldn’t blame them. She really should leave.
Maggie knew all about overstaying her welcome.
“Yes, I guess it was,” Pippa said. “Sometimes I wish . . .”
“Sometimes you wish what?” Chloe asked gently.
Pippa smiled brightly. “Nothing.”
Right. She didn’t want to say anything in front of Maggie because she didn’t trust her.
There was no reason for Maggie to be upset by that.
“Are you all right, Vivi?” Chloe asked.
“No, I feel terrible,” the dark-haired woman groaned.
Just keep your eyes down. Nothing to do with you. These are not your friends.
Although if she had been friends with Vivi, she might have replied that she looked terrible too.
And this is why you don’t have many friends.
Just Indie. Her pregnant friend who was relying on Maggie. She was one of the few people in the world who actually believed in Maggie.
So she wouldn’t let her down.
“I think I might have eaten something dodgy. I feel like I’m going to be sick all the time.”
“It’s not the flu, is it?” Alina asked from where she lay on the sofa.
“Or is it nerves because of your role in the wedding?” Pippa asked worriedly. “Because I know it’s a lot. If it’s too much—”
“No, no, it’s not that. I swear.”
“I’m surprised Caleb, Aleki, and Wolfe would let you come here if you weren’t feeling well,” Chloe added.
Wolfe? She had a guy called Wolfe?
Yikes. That wasn’t terrifying or anything.
“I didn’t tell them,” Vivi confessed.
The other three women sucked in a breath. Maggie stiffened. What the heck? What was wrong with her not telling her guys she wasn’t feeling well? Would they be upset with her? Hurt her?
Maggie curled her hands into fists. She’d teach those assbaboons not to hurt someone smaller than them.
“What? You know they’d put me to bed and wouldn’t let me up,” Vivi defended. “I don’t have time to laze around in bed. I have stuff to do. You know how Wolfe reacts when I get even just a sniffle.”
How did he react? Did he get mad? Why? Because she couldn’t take care of him? Was he such a jerk that he couldn’t handle his woman being ill and unavailable?
Chill . . .
“You know what he did the last time I had a cold?” Vivi said.
“What did he do?” she snapped. “Hit you? Get mad? I’ll kill him.”
Maggie wished she’d done more for Indie. But she hadn’t known. If she had . . . yeah, she’d have taught that bastard Billy a lesson he’d never forget.
Note to self. Kill Billy.
Okay, she felt much better now that she’d made a mental note.
Everything was simpler when you were organized. She should also make a priority list. Killing Billy would be first on there once she was home.
Yes, she was aware that she was slightly deranged. But you try and survive with her family and see if you come out any saner.
“Whoa, where did that come from?” Alina asked.
Maggie blushed as she suddenly realized they were all staring at her. Great. While she was preparing to murder a lying bullying jerkbutt, they were all gaping at her like she’d lost her mind.
Maybe she should tell them what she’d been thinking about. But then again, perhaps they’d think she was nuttier.
Apparently, not everyone had homicidal thoughts.
Strange as that was.
“I, um . . . I’m sorry. I was, uh, thinking about something else.” She grabbed her bag, which was already packed, and started backing away toward the door.
“Wolfe would never hurt me,” Vivi said quietly. She watched Maggie with knowing eyes. “Are you okay, Maggie?”
“Me? Yes, of course.” She backed farther away. “You know . . . I need to go and find my uncle. We should finish discussing your photos soon, Your Majesty.”
“Call me Pippa. I’m not a ‘your majesty’ yet. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to that, to be honest.” Pippa grimaced. “And you can tell us if there is something going on, Maggie. We can help. We’d be happy to.”
“No, no, there’s nothing.”
Vivi groaned, putting her hand over her mouth. Her skin grew even paler.
“Shoot! Get her a bucket or something!” Alina cried.
Jumping up, Vivi ran to the attached bathroom. They could all hear her retching. Alina followed, talking soothingly to her.
“We should really tell Caleb,” Pippa said.
Chloe nodded, looking worried. “It could be food poisoning or the flu.”
“Or she could be pregnant,” Maggie blurted out, just as Vivi and Alina returned to the room.
Vivi gaped at her with wide eyes. “What did you say?”
“Nothing. I said nothing. I’m not even supposed to be here. I’m invisible.” Lord, she really wished that was a possibility.
Would make killing Billy easier.
“Pregnant?” Vivi whispered. “I could be pregnant?”
“Is it possible?” Alina asked.
“Maybe. I mean, yeah.”
“Oh my God, Vivi,” Pippa said, her eyes wide. “You could be pregnant.”