The Pregnancy Plan by Brenda Harlen Read Free Book Online

you?”
    “No, because I didn’t plan on taking it.”
    He glanced at his watch. “I’ll call it in to Brody’s.”
    “I’m capable of taking my own prescription in.”
    “I know you are,” he agreed. “I’m just not convinced that you’ll actually do it.”
    “Fine.” She thrust the phone at him. “Call it in and then leave me alone.”
    He dialed the familiar number, spoke to the pharmacist and made arrangements for the medication to be delivered, throughout which Ashley continued to glare at him.
    “It should be here within twenty minutes,” he told her.
    “Do you plan on hanging around until it gets here?” she challenged.
    “I don’t have anywhere else that I need to be, and I have no intention of letting you push me out the door until we’ve had a chance to talk about what happened in the kitchen.”
    “There’s nothing to talk about,” she denied, but the flush in her cheeks told him otherwise. “It was a moment of insanity, that’s all.”
    “The only insanity is in trying to pretend it didn’t mean anything, trying to pretend that we aren’t still as attracted to one another as we were twelve years ago.”
    She folded her arms over her chest as she lifted her gaze to his. “I’m not going to deny that there’s an attraction, but I’m not looking to get involved with anyone right now.”
    A personal relationship was the absolute last thing he’d been looking for when he’d decided to move back to Pinehurst, but then he’d kissed Ashley, and he’d realized that getting involved with her wasn’t a choice. But he understood why she was wary.
    “You can’t close your heart because of what your ex-fiancé did,” he said gently.
    “This had nothing to do with Trevor,” she denied.
    “I’d say the picture in your trash can suggests otherwise.”
    “You’re right,” she decided. “This has everything to do with Trevor. Because if he hadn’t chosen to send that pictureto me, I wouldn’t have sliced my hand and you wouldn’t have needed to stitch it up, and you definitely wouldn’t be here right now.”
    “Then maybe I should thank Trevor,” he said.
    She glared at him. “In any event, I have no intention of picking up our relationship where we left off just because it’s convenient for you now.”
    He felt his own anger stir. “My feelings for you were a lot of things,” he told her. “But convenient was never one of them.”
     
    As soon as her prescription was delivered, Ashley took the requisite pills and sent Cam on his way.
    From the moment she’d returned from her shopping trip earlier in the day, nothing had gone according to plan. Coming face-to-face with Cam had been unexpected, but it had also been unavoidable. Especially since he would be moving in down the street.
    So while their meeting was inevitable, she’d been confident that when they did meet, they would simply exchange a few coolly polite words and go their separate ways. She certainly hadn’t expected anything like the kiss they’d shared in her kitchen.
    Because while Cam might have made the first move, there was no denying that she’d been an equal—and willing—participant.
    Yeah, that kiss had definitely been a mistake, because now she was dealing with the aftermath—a jumble of feelings that she hadn’t been prepared for and didn’t know what to do with.
    It had only been one kiss. Nothing that should have the power to turn her world upside down. But it felt as if that was exactly what had happened.
    He’d been absent from her life for twelve years but somehow, after only a few hours, he’d managed to churn upall kinds of feelings and desires that she’d buried a long time ago. Or so she’d thought.
    She sorted through the mail, opened the cupboard under the sink to drop the flyers into the recycle box and saw that a new bag had been put in the garbage can. Cam must have taken out the other bag for her—the one with the broken picture frame and her engagement photo in