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)
“There’s more to life than what someone can do with an instrument,” she shot back.
Kyle scoffed. “Maybe in your life. Anyway, make the stop in England. Do whatever you gotta do to get your tickets switched around. It’ll be what, a couple of extra days on your trip? I’m sure your gangster boyfriend won’t mind.”
Roz clenched her teeth. “Don’t call him that.”
“I was kidding.”
“Well, don’t.”
Kyle acted like she hadn’t said a thing. “Okay, so England is a go, then?”
“Fuck you, Kyle.”
He knew she wouldn’t refuse. That’s why the bastard called. But it didn’t even matter. The asshole hung up before Roz could say anything more about the situation. Like a refusal to mentor a girl who sounded like she was troubled, and needed someone to help her more than she needed someone to further her musical career.
Roz stared at the dead phone in her hands, and glared. Asshole. Was that even something she wanted to do, really? Sure, it kind of felt like she had hit an early peak in her career, but was she so done with it all that all Kyle thought she was good for now would be mentoring the next young pianist prodigy?
Fuck.
Hormones were a bitch.
Speaking of which ...
Roz’s eye finally caught sight of the box in question that she had lost earlier, and the file sitting right at the top from the doctor’s office. When she’s gotten off stage one night, and prompty puked into a trash can, her handler called in one of the doctor’s who worked on call for the company. He came in, drew blood between sets, and sent her back out on the stage to finish her set. The results had been mailed in, but Roz had kind of passed over the file because well, she felt fine mostly. She figured maybe she ate something bad that day, and never gave it another thought.
And then her period was late.
And then she realized no, it’d actually been late for two months.
Since that vacation with Naz.
Picking up the folder, Roz opened it up, and flipped through to the page the doctor’s office had told her she would find the information she was looking for. And sure enough, there it was printed in big, bold letters.
PREGNANCY CONFIRMED.
New Plans
Naz POV
“Aren’t you supposed to be up in the air right now? Why do I hear—”
“Little change in plans,” Roz said.
Naz glanced up from the bathroom sink where he’d been flicking his razor into the basin—fuck, here he was at twenty-five, and his father still bitched when his face wasn’t clean shaven. Made men can’t have that, shave it, Cross would bark. Drove him crazy. “What do you mean, a change in plans?”
“I agreed to make a quick pitstop in England for—”
“Kyle,” Naz said dully.
That asshole.
All these years, and Naz still thought Roz’s former mentor was a bit of a prick. Not that the guy had ever overstepped his boundaries, or anything, because that wasn’t the case. Naz just figured the guy’s cocky attitude was little too much to take even when he was in a good mood, never mind when he wasn’t. And that was saying a lot considering his father was Cross Donati, and Naz was ... well, himself. Cut from the very cloth that made his father, too.
“What did Kyle want that you were willing to entirely change your plans, switch flights, and ... when exactly are you going to get into New York, then?”
Because fuck, he’d had shit planned to be there to pick up Roz, not some random driver with a car. He wanted to be the one to pick his woman up after not seeing her for a little more than two months. Not to mention ... being separated by the world for five goddamn years. This was supposed to be their time—she was finally come back to stay.
He was ready for that, even if he didn’t give her an impression that he cared either way. Naz let her know he was happy that she was coming home—because fuck yeah, he was. But he didn’t tell her she had to come home, and certainly not for him. He refused to step in or step on her dreams in anyway. If she wanted to further her career beyond what she had already accomplished, then he was going to be the first person to tell her to do that.
Even if what he wanted the most was for her to be with him.
“I’m not sure,” Roz said. “I switched out the final flight to detour into England. I planned on getting a ticket when I went back to the airport. I really don’t plan to stay here very long. A couple hours, maybe. Just long enough to appease Kyle, and then I’m on my way to you, Naz.”
He smiled a bit at that.
Still ...
Fucking Kyle.