Not Precisely Pregnant by Holly Jacobs

Author:Holly Jacobs [Jacobs, Holly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01NAKY7IR
Published: 2017-02-07T00:00:00+00:00

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RILEY STOOD at Paige's neon-pink door and hesitated. What on earth was he doing here?

First he apologized, and now he was risking life and limb to take her out again.

"I must be insane," he muttered.

Pugsley voiced his gurgly, growly agreement.

Riley looked down at the dog. "And I don't know where we're going to go with you. You'll probably spend your evening in the car. You know that, don't you?"

Pugsley simply stood looking doggy eyed at Riley.

"I'm going out with a woman who's tried to kill me on more than one occasion, and bringing along a dog I never really wanted just adds to the fun. I think there's something wrong with me. Something that probably requires medication. I can't believe I'm doing this."

Before he could change his mind, he knocked on the door. The sooner this dinner started, the sooner it could end. The sooner it ended, the sooner he could get back to himself.

No one answered.

Fortune was finally smiling on Riley Calhoon.

"Look, Pugsley, she's not here. I guess we'll have to go home and—"

The door flew open and a less than ready Paige stood there in holey jeans and a Temple University sweatshirt. "Riley, you're early."

Fortune was a fickle mistress. His perfect escape, foiled by Paige Montgomery. Bowing to the inevitable, he tried to think of something to say.

"I'm not early. I'm right on time." It came out more surly than he intended, but that obviously didn't faze Paige.

She smiled and said, "Then I'm late. That's not entirely unusual. Well, come in and I'll go change. I—"

She looked down and noticed Pugsley. "You brought the dog on our date?" She bent down and patted the dog's head, and his stub of a tail wagged vigorously.

"It's not really a date. It's just a dinner to discuss a potential interview. I never used the word date." He wanted to be very clear on that point.

"And," he continued, "I didn't plan to bring the dog. But he misses me when I'm at work all day, and came to me with his leash when I started to the door. You know, I didn't even have to teach him that. He just knew it. He might be an old dog, but he's smart. So, anyway, there he was with his leash and. . .well, I couldn't say no. He can wait in the car while we eat, I guess."

He stopped talking, and in his mind replayed the words that had just tumbled out of his mouth. He'd been prattling. Running on and on at the mouth and not saying much of anything. Oh, maybe it wasn't as bad as that first day in the cab when he thought Paige was a pregnant woman about to give birth, but almost as bad.

Riley Calhoon didn't prattle. . .except, evidently, around Paige Montgomery.

Maybe she gave off some prattle-inducing pheromone?

"Or. . ." she said.

"Or?" What was she or-ing? What had he said? He couldn't remember. He had run on about such a large quantity of meaningless stuff all at once that he'd totally lost his train of thought and had no idea what he'd said.

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