Hourglass Squared by K. S., Megan C. Smith Read Free Book Online Page A

"Josh, dear. I'm fine. I'm going to go home and work. I have to start getting this pregnancy feature finalized so I can get it to Monica for final approval."
    As Josh leaned down, his devilish smile had me turning to mush before his eyes. Damn that man.
    "Well, I have to go back to the office. I will see you later. I love you." He dipped his head into the car, his lips coming within a centimeter of my own, and I could smell the spearmint of his gum as his warm breath blew out.
    Puckering my lips, I closed the gap, tasting him and enjoying every second of his warm delicate lips on my own. When we broke our hold, that same devilish smile reappeared, and I desperately wanted to tell him to skip work entirely.
    I waved Josh off and pulled out of the parking lot, reminiscing on the appointment we'd just enjoyed together, Josh's words about sharing it with Jake replaying in my mind. The red light burned in front of me, bringing my car to a halt in front of a baby boutique I had never seen before, and instantly a genius idea struck. The light turned green, and I gunned it, cutting off several cars as they honked their horns at me, so I could make the second entrance to their store.
    When I stepped into the store, the doorbell chimed above me. A friendly sales clerk walked from the back stockroom, a bright smile on her face as I perused the endless racks of the most adorable clothes ever. "Can I help you find something?" she sweetly asked in her sing-song voice.
    "Oh no, I'm just looking," I said, sliding hangers across the pole as I looked at each tiny newborn outfit in a wide array of pastel colors. I wasn't sure what I wanted to get, but I had hoped that by showing Savannah the cuteness and get her excited, she'd deal better. And the faster she dealt better and told Jake, the better off I would be. Freezing suddenly, I pulled out the most adorable yellow onesie with a cute fluffy duck that said I Love My Mommy . I saw a ton of things begging for me to purchase them, but I figured I'd keep it gender-neutral until we knew whether we were having a boy or a girl.
    After making my purchase and walking back to my car, I realized the new mission I had been assigned. Operation Baby Worthington would be my toughest yet, because my best friend was as stubborn as they come. But I promised myself then and there I'd smother her in all things baby until she accepted the reality that she and Jake were going to be welcoming a little blessing in nine months. I felt confident that once she accepted the facts, she'd be excited too, and then we could all breathe easier.
     

CHAPTER EIGHT
     
    Savannah
    B ROOKE SCURRIED INTO my office the next day with a huge yellow bag in tow and closed my office door behind her. She placed the huge bag on my desk and sat down in front of me, grinning from ear to ear.
    "What is this?" I questioned, plucking the bag off my desk and placing it onto my lap.
    Brooke bounced in her seat, beaming with excitement as I carefully extracted the wads of tissue paper one by one from the bag, peering in as if something was going to jump out and scare the hell out of me. As the last piece of tissue paper was removed, I peeked in, and instantly my mood shifted from pleasant to angry.
    "Brooke, no, I'm not doing this. I can't. What if Jake sees this? I can't risk him finding out, not yet."
    Brooke didn't falter; rather, she sat up straight up and began in on me, "Savannah Worthington, you're pregnant. You need to get on board. It's a wonderful thing, and the sooner you accept it, the sooner I can stop lying to my husband. Now take a better look at what's in that bag."
    I hesitated for a moment before I reached in and pulled out a white onesie, holding it up in the air as I read the writing, If you think I'm cute – you should see my aunt!
    Brooke chimed in as I examined the outfit, "I've got one for my little peanut too. That way they can wear them together and match."
    Shaking my head, I stuffed the onesie back into the bag and