“You have been having unprotected sex, and it sounds like you’re having a lot of it.”
“Maybe, but like I said, I’m on the pill.”
“I don’t know whether to be jealous or angry. What if you get pregnant?”
I scoffed. “Um, that won’t happen, sweet sister, because like I said, I’m on . . .”
My voice trailed off and I pushed off the counter. Heat raced from my feet up to the top of my head as panic started to set in.
“What? What’s wrong? Kaelynn?”
Covering my hand with my mouth, I closed my eyes. A sickness that started deep in my stomach moved up to the back of my throat.
“Kaelynn! What is wrong? I hear how fast and heavy you’re breathing. What is happening?”
“I . . . I haven’t been taking my pill. The last three days, I’ve been so wrapped up in being with Nash, I’ve hardly gone to my room, and they’re on the bathroom counter. Oh my gosh, oh no. Millie. He’s going to think. . . .”
“No, he won’t. Just tell him.”
The sound of the back door opened and closed. “I have to go.”
“Kaelynn, you’re going to tell him, right?”
I hit end and put my phone down on the counter next to me. Nash walked in wearing a red-and-black plaid shirt. He still hadn’t shaved and he looked so damn sexy with his beard and mustache. Very mountain manish, and it was hot.
The second he saw me, he smiled the most breathtaking smile. I couldn’t see his dimples, and that made me sad. Of course, nerves replaced my sadness. He was going to be so angry with me.
“Good morning! Smells good in here.”
Forcing a smile, I glanced around the kitchen. “I’m not sure how to make coffee.”
Nash frowned, then said, “How about tea? We can boil water.”
“Sounds great.”
He turned to head to the pantry, stepping inside. “Your folks surely have tea.”
I busied myself with taking off the pancakes and putting more batter onto the pan.
“How is the food in the refrigerator?” he asked.
“I’m not sure,” I stated with a small shrug. “How long does it keep the cold in there?”
“A good few hours, but if we don’t need anything out of it, we should keep it shut.”
“Agreed,” I said, trying to smile. “Oh wait, butter for the pancakes!”
“I’m good without it if you are.”
“Sure, syrup works good for me. How is Janet and her sister?”
Nash chuckled. “Surrounded by stockings and ornaments and everything Christmas. Those two have been crafting fools. I got their fire going good, and Janet was heating water over the fire for oatmeal.”
“Oh, that’s smart.”
Arms came up and wrapped around my body, causing me to shiver with both a sensation of being hot and cold at the same time.
I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. I needed to tell him. Now.