The Sheikh's Small Town Baby by Holly Rayner

Author:Holly Rayner [Rayner, Holly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-05-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Teresa

Two months pass, and the only thing that keeps the hole in my heart from ripping me in two is my hope that one day soon, Jabir will arrive back in town.

He has to, right?

He’ll drive up Main Street in his sleek white sports car with the shiny rims, just in time for a meeting with an architect, or an engineer, or a contractor. Right?

Despite my intense hope and detailed daydreams, each day passes without the sight that I’ve been waiting for: a smiling Jabir.

The February sun is hidden behind thick clouds as I pull into the Mountain Laurel and scan the cars in the parking lot. As usual, the white sports car with the flying eagle emblem on the front is conspicuously missing.

I sigh and reach for my purse. I have the top of my woven bag zipped up tight, so no one can see in. I don’t want Dawn, Neville, Joan, or anyone else seeing what I just purchased at the pharmacy.

It was embarrassing enough buying the darn pregnancy test; I don’t need the added embarrassment of letting my coworkers know about the possibility that’s been keeping me up at night for the past two weeks.

Two weeks… That’s how late I am.

And last month, I didn’t get my period either. I allowed that one to slide. There was so much going on anyways, what with Christmas and New Year’s Eve… perhaps all of the sugar, irregular meals, and stress of the holidays got my system out of whack. At least that’s what I told myself. But now, I can’t deny it anymore.

I’m late.

And I have to know.

I enter the inn through the employee entrance at the back, and begin my search for Dawn. Over the last few weeks, she’s been asking me to clean rooms on most of my shifts, while she covers the desk. That’s just fine with me; cleaning is active work and keeps me busy—enough to keep my mind off of Jabir.

I find Dawn at the front desk, her feet up on a stool.

“Back acting up again?” I ask, noting her position.

“Damn sciatica,” she says woefully. “I’m gonna have you on cleaning again today, if you don’t mind. I don’t think I can do it today. There’s just two full cleans—the red room and the yellow room—and other than that it’s just the usual upkeep… You know the drill. The sheets in the drier should be ready to go, just give them a fluff before folding.”

I keep my bag tight over my shoulder. Good. When I clean, I have plenty of time to myself. I can take this darn test and get the whole thing off my mind. Once I get the negative result, I’ll be able to think straight again. I don’t even allow myself to consider the other possibility as I set the drier for fifteen minutes and then grab the basket of cleaning supplies.

Once upstairs, I strip down the beds in the two full-clean rooms, and pile the dirty linens in the hallway.

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