blurred her vision. She needed to get away from the disaster zone.
Pulling the ring off her finger, she sat it next to the bed. She needed the anger she felt right now. Becky wouldn’t leave if she let her heart win. She had to get away from Damon, from the boys. She would thank them later once she’d had time to think and knew what to do.
Once at her own hotel, Becky showered and rang to see if she could get an early flight to Chicago. Once she made sure everything was packed, she went to the airport, grateful she could get an earlier flight. Before she got on the plane she paused and did the most cowardly, despicable thing she’d ever done. She messaged all the boys: Goodbye and thank you for keeping me company.
Trying not to cry, she got on the plane. Becky knew as the plane took off that she had done it all wrong, and what she did right now was the most selfish thing she’d ever done. She let the tears fall as she remembered the many times Damon had told her how much he liked that she wasn’t scared of saying what she felt, that she was easy to talk to. She cried harder as his words about her being kind to everyone and always thinking of others repeated in her head. Looking out the plane window, she cried for everything she’d done and what she should have done. She’d made too many big, bad mistakes.
Chapter Five
The pregnancy stick mocked her with its two lines. It had been six weeks since Vegas. There were so many things she regretted. Her heart was broken and she missed her friends, Caleb and Jacob had called but she wasn’t ready to see them. Most of all she missed Damon.
A week ago she’d started her teaching position. She’d moved into a house with another teacher and they were becoming fast friends. Amanda was full of life and taught first grade at the elementary school down from the high school.
Becky had been depressed ever since she left Vegas. She’d done the wrong thing leaving Damon. She may have only been with him a short time, but she loved him and missed him with all her heart.
Covering her face with her hands, she groaned, “What am I going to do?” She’d only just started her job. Should she call and talk to Damon? Would he want to talk to her after all this time after what she’d done?
Amanda banged on the door. “You okay, Becky?”
Becky glanced down at the stick, then at the door, and shook her head. No, she wasn’t okay. Clearing her throat, she took a deep breath that came out as a sob. “Um… Yeah. Do you need the bathroom?”
“The game’s about to start and I never miss Damon kicking butt.”
Becky stared wide-eyed at the door. Surely she couldn’t mean her Damon. Fate was not being nice. Slowly getting up, she gathered her test and walked out the door. Disposing of her stuff, she washed her hands and went to the lounge where she sat and waited for Amanda who, fifteen minutes later, sat on the sofa with popcorn. Becky stared into space in disbelief of what she’d just found out. Amanda moved closer to her and offered some popcorn. Becky shook her head and took a deep breath, asking what she needed to know.
“So, this big hockey player Damon that you like, what’s he like?
Amanda’s face lit up. “He’s my favorite type of bad boy.”
“Oh… really?”
“Yeah, he dates all the time and he has a thing for blondes.” Amanda winked at her. “So, I have one thing he likes.”
Becky grimaced. She remembered Damon favored blondes.
“Damon is hot. Well, just look at him.” Amanda shoved a magazine with Damon and a gorgeous tall blonde on it at her. Becky’s breath hitched as she saw the date on the magazine was this week’s. She turned back to the article and read as she listened to Amanda. “Damon has the most fights record for the last couple of seasons. He parties and is seen everywhere, but get this, he has a soft side he does charity games like the one I’m watching today. I bought tickets for a game a couple of weeks into the season. I have