Suddenly Engaged (A Lake Haven Novel Book 3)(2)By: Julia London
“It’s a town in Mexico, Dad. On the Pacific Ocean. It’s supposed to be really beautiful.”
“Ocean! Come to Florida. We’ve got ocean, and it’s a hell of a lot cheaper than what you’re talking.”
“But Brandi isn’t getting married in Florida,” she’d pointed out.
In the end, he’d lent her the plane fare with a lecture about how he was an electrician and wasn’t rolling in dough.
Kyra had booked her flight, had shopped online for two fabulous dresses—one for the party the night before the wedding, one for the wedding—and made arrangements with Lisa, Brandi’s assistant, to share a room. And then she’d flown out of the country for the first time.
She’d met Josh at the beach resort where the wedding was held and the guests had stayed. It was a beautiful oceanfront property with three pools and a private beach—all the amenities dozens of twentysomethings could possibly want. Kyra had noticed Josh, but at first she hadn’t realized he was following her around. When she figured it out and called him on it, he laughed and bought her a mojito.
He was an old school chum of Mark’s, a Prince Harry lookalike, a charming, dashing man with his tall, muscular frame, his winsome smile, and his ability to make her laugh.
It was embarrassing that she’d fallen so hard and so fast for him. They’d spent three fantastic days and two incredible nights together, and after the wedding she’d flown back to New York with his number in her phone and the belief that love at first sight could really, truly happen.
“What an idiot I am,” she said now, staring at the floor.
“You’re not an idiot,” Brandi said. “Well, the part about having unprotected sex was incredibly stupid, but you’re not a total idiot.”
“Gee, thanks.” Kyra couldn’t look Brandi in the eye on that one. A condom had not been readily available, so they’d used the old rhythm method . . . except that Josh’s rhythm was way off, and he hadn’t pulled out in time. He hadn’t pulled out at all.
“I get it, Kyra, I do,” Brandi said, sounding more sympathetic. “Who would have thought he would ghost you?”
“You had no idea he was like that?” Kyra asked.
“Me?” Brandi asked and shook her head. “I met him for the first time in Puerto Vallarta. He and Mark were college buddies, but they don’t really hang out. I saw the same thing as you did—supercute, nice guy, someone you could have a blast with.”
Oh yeah, she’d had some fun, all right. Just look at her now.
“But you’re definitely pregnant,” Brandi continued, “and now you have to pull on your big girl panties, and Josh needs to hike up his big boy briefs, and you two have to talk about this.” She glanced at her wristwatch. “I have to run. Will you be in the office Monday?”
“Sure,” Kyra said halfheartedly. She hadn’t even thought about how this pregnancy might affect her job. She hadn’t thought of what she might do if she was truly pregnant. She’d been so determined not to be pregnant, but now . . . now she couldn’t deny it, and uncertainty began to pound in her temples. What was she going to do? She had options, didn’t she? None of which felt like an answer as they flit through her head.
Brandi stood up, pulled Kyra to her feet, and hugged her. “Listen, it’s going to work out. Mark says Josh is a good guy.”
“Right,” Kyra said.
She had a really bad feeling about this. A good guy didn’t ghost.
That bad feeling only grew worse over the course of the weekend as she repeatedly tried to get in touch with Josh. When he wouldn’t respond to her phone calls or texts—even after she tried to assure him in another unanswered text message that she was not a stalker—she had to resort to drastic measures.
Monday morning, as she walked to work, she built up a good head of steam. She knew where Josh was employed, thanks to some pillow talk, and stopped outside of her office building to call his office.
“May I say who is calling?” asked the woman who answered the phone.
“Kyra Kokinos,” Kyra said. “Please tell him it’s important.”