Total pages in book: 197
Estimated words: 199143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 996(@200wpm)___ 797(@250wpm)___ 664(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 996(@200wpm)___ 797(@250wpm)___ 664(@300wpm)
That’s what happened when people had sex.
Babies.
He was a fucking genius.
He knew how bodies worked and what happened when people had sex. He was very well aware that for any number of reasons, no matter how perfectly birth control had worked previous times, that it could fail. He also knew that there were a number of reasons someone might not have realized they were pregnant right away. He knew all of these things, but he didn’t want to think about them unless he was looking at Roz, and she was confirming it.
Pregnant ...
It was always a possibility.
“Naz?” he heard his father ask. “You all right?”
He couldn’t get out of that chair fast enough, saying, “I gotta go.”
“Wait, what the hell—”
“I gotta go,” he repeated, already heading across the back yard and leaving his father and Zeke behind him. “Later.”
“Naz, what is wrong with you?”
“I gotta go!”
Was that what it was?
Was she pregnant?
Naz needed to know now.
England
Roz POV
“Took you long enough.”
Roz openly glared at the man standing behind the door of his flat. She didn’t even try to hide the fact that she was annoyed, and holding two pieces of luggage. “No, Kyle, the appropriate way to greet someone at your door is with a hello, and then you take my fucking luggage off my hands. Try that.”
Okay, wow, hormones.
Roz was not the type to be snappish, but apparently today was not the day to test that theory out. To be fair, she had just spent far too many hours in the sky, in a tin box, flying through clouds with an angry baby—poor kid—a few rows back, and a man beside her who wouldn’t quit talking even when she basically put her headphones in and turned her music up loud enough that the flight attendant asked her to turn it down.
Add onto that the fact that she had barely made it through the entire flight without puking her guts out because it seemed now that she knew she was actually pregnant, her morning sickness seemed ready to make itself known again. Which didn’t make any sense because most of her flight had not even been in the morning.
But that was pregnancy, apparently. Nothing was like you thought it would be. Well, according to the book she downloaded on her e-reader to read during the long flight. All it really did was scare the shit out of her for a number of reasons. Fun, huh?
It hadn’t been a good flight.
To say the least.
Kyle leaned against the doorway, and arched a brow. “What bee crawled up your ass?”
Roz sighed. “Just ... take my bags, will you?”
He did as she said, but gave her a look all the while. He kept that up until he’d dragged her shit inside the flat, and had it resting against a wall.
“Why did you lug those with you, anyway?” he asked.
Roz shrugged. “Because I don’t intend to stay here, Kyle. I wasn’t getting a hotel for the night when I knew that it would be pointless. I want to be on another flight before the sun sets here. Got it?”
“Listen, this prodigy—”
“Sounds like a troubled girl who needs a therapist and a good support system, not someone to put her in front of the piano and make her play, Kyle.”
He scowled. “Listen, we’re not the same.”
“I have no idea—”
“Artists, Roz,” Kyle said, clearly over her attitude. “we’re not the same. Sometimes, what he need is an outlet. And our outlets are not like other people’s outlets. We don’t beat out our problems in a gym, or drown it in food while he binge watched a television show. We have something better—the chance to use that pain or whatever it is and create something amazing.”
“I’ve never used my music for that.”
Kyle rolled his eyes as he turned his back to her and headed for the kitchen area of the loft. “Of course, you didn’t. I didn’t say all artists are the same, Roz. Just because you haven’t experienced something traumatic in your life to focus your music on doesn’t mean the rest of us are going to be the same.”
She stilled and considered his words.
“Is that what you think it is?”
“What?”
Roz followed Kyle into the kitchen and watched him as he pulled a glass goblet from the cupboard. Then, he went in search of something else. Alcohol, it seemed, if the crystal bottle he pulled from a top shelf in his cupboard was to be believed.
He poured himself a glass and downed it in one go. Roz raised her brow in silence, half amused, and half concerned. With Kyle, sometimes, it could go either way. For as long as she had known him, he had ... well, most people would just call them demons, maybe. Something that never left his mind and left him troubled day in and day out. He dealt with it the best he could, but that didn’t change the fact something had happened to this man.