Tessa Teevan - Inflame

“I saw him earlier today. He misses you and he’s worried. You need to stop avoiding him.”

Looking up, I can see her watching me intently, waiting for my reaction. “You saw him? What’d he say? Was he fine? Did he mention me?” My cheeks flush when I realize I’m asking way too many questions, and I reel myself back in. I’ve hidden my feelings for Kale for too long to let them surface now, and of all people, I don’t need so-newly-in-love-the-sun-shines-out-of-her-ass Charlie to figure them out.

“Slow down, killer. I saw him at the gym, and he was distracted as hell when we were sparring. He may have mentioned that you’ve been avoiding him, and I put two and two together. Lucy, what are you thinking?”

“I have no idea. I’m thinking that I don’t know what to think. I know I can’t avoid him much longer, but I’m still just trying to wrap my head around it.” I simply shrug, because it’s the truth.

I know I’m going to keep the baby, and Kale’s going to want to be a father. I’ve seen the way he is with kids, especially with Lily, his goddaughter whom he adores. He’s a natural, and the thought of when we first met brings a smile to my face.

“What’s that grin about?” Charlie asks, eyeing me suspiciously.

“Nothing. Just thinking.”

She looks at me disbelievingly but doesn’t push it. “Have you told your mom?” she asks, knowing that Mom and I have a pretty close relationship.

Shaking my head, I look at Charlie. “What am I supposed to say? ‘Hey, Mom. Just calling to check in. Oh, by the way, I’m pregnant. No, I’m not dating the father. We were just engaged in some weird casual-fling type relationship, but for what it’s worth, he’s one of my best friends. That makes it okay, right? No? Yeah, I didn’t think so.’ Seriously, Charlie, you know about my family. She’s going to freak out.” I know that I’m right.

I’m that girl with the overdone sob story. I was an ‘oops’ baby and my daddy never wanted me. But being as stupid as he was, he married my mom, thinking that was the best thing to do. He was miserable, and he blamed her for having me and never let me forget it. So my having an ‘oops’ baby? Yeah, she’s going to flip her shit.

“Well, when you put it that way, I can see why you haven’t told her. I’m sure it’ll be fine. She loves you, and Kale’s nothing like your dad. She’ll love him.” She pauses, wrinkling her forehead. “Wait a minute. I thought Kale came to visit you when you were back home this summer?”

I can feel the blush creep over my face as I remember the Fourth of July weekend we spent on the beach. We hadn’t seen each other in weeks, and looking back, I know I was missing the hell out of him. I think he felt the same, because we’d barely gotten in that hotel door before he pressed me up against the wall, slid his hands under my dress, and ripped my panties off.

Charlie snaps, and I look at her, knowing my blush has to be deepening. “How the hell do you know about that?” I ask, going on the defensive rather than giving her the down and dirty details.

“Jace mentioned it a while back at the gym, but Kale wouldn’t elaborate on it. I figured it was a secret between you two, so I never brought it up. But, Jesus, Luce. Think about it. That guy driving down to Florida to spend the weekend with you screams a little bit more than casual to me.”

I shrug it off, not really wanting to talk about the emotional side of my relationship with Kale. “It was no big deal. Really. He had some time off and I had the weekend away from the restaurant. It was just good timing,” I tell her, knowing I sound less than convincing.

“What about your mom? How’d you go an entire weekend not introducing them?” she asks, being pushy as ever.

“He got a hotel for the weekend so we didn’t have to deal with the questions, and well, there’s no way Mom would’ve let us stay in the same room, no matter how old I am. I never bothered to bring him to the restaurant, and he most certainly wasn’t in a position to meet the parents.”

“Makes sense. Still. It’s pretty telling that he went to visit you when you were gone. I don’t know. I just don’t get you two, and I never have. Care to finally, once and for all, explain?” she asks, and I sigh, knowing that I might as well tell her the whole story.

I’ve always been vague about our relationship with her because I knew she wouldn’t understand it. She was in a solid relationship with Drew when I met Kale. Telling her all the dirty details about my no-strings-attached fling wasn’t high on my list of things to do. Before Knox, Charlie was kind of a prude. Thank God for that guy. Although, if I have to hear one more banging-on-the-car story, I may have to slash his tires.

Getting up, I walk to the kitchen, where I pour her a glass of wine, lemonade for myself. I hand her the glass and stare longingly at it for a moment. This is going to be a long damn nine months.

“Okay, Charlie. You want all the details. You’re going to get them, but let me warn you. It’s a really long freaking story.”

Her eyes light up as she settles in on the couch, getting comfortable so she can enjoy the story. I can’t believe I’m about to do this, but what the hell? Here. We. Go.

May 2012

Lucy

I’M TRYING to grade homework—if you can call it that for second graders—but I can’t stop thinking about my latest relationship disaster. Eric and I were seeing each for a few months, and things were going pretty well. Well, I’d thought they were. When we met, we’d agreed to keep it casual. Neither of us had been looking for a serious relationship, and we’d decided that dating and having fun was the best option. It was exclusive but not serious. I was totally on board with that when he suggested it, but apparently, over time, he changed his mind. Last weekend, he sat me down and told me that he wanted more.

Thinking back on it, I remember the nervous look on his face when he grabbed my hand from across the table. We were just supposed to be going out for drinks, but instead, he surprised me by driving to Nashville. I was even more shocked when he pulled up to a posh restaurant. I was speechless as we got out of the car and he tossed his keys to the valet. Immediately, I knew something was up and dread started to settle in.

We were almost finished with our meals when he took hold of my hand. Clearing his throat, he looked deep into my eyes, and panic began to set in.

“Lucy, these past few months have been great, and I love spending time with you. You make me laugh more than anyone has in a really long time. When you’re not around, I’m wishing you were. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’d like to move our relationship forward. End this whole casual aspect to it. I can see myself with you for a long time, and if it all works out, maybe even forever.”

A snort escaped me at the word forever, and I had to slap a hand over my mouth as mortification set over me. I liked Eric. I really did. He’s a great guy, but he’s not husband material—at least, not for me. For the time being, he was just someone to pass the time with, but apparently that was about to end.

His eyes widened, and he quickly pulled his hand away from me as he took a long swig of his beer. I did the same with my wine. He cleared his throat, and I felt like an asshole, not knowing how to respond.

“Um, well, I wasn’t exactly expecting that reaction,” he said, looking dejected.

I studied his features for a moment. He was extremely attractive, with messy blond hair and ocean-blue eyes. I never had a problem having a physical reaction to him, but when I looked at him, my heart didn’t leap like I’d expect it to from a guy I want to spend the rest of my life with.