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done.”
    I glance up at his smug face and go with my gut, which is to
flip him the bird.   “Asshole.”
    “Seriously, man, have you been checked out? You sure your
swimmers are… swimmin ’?”
    “Not yet.   I’m
afraid they will be.”
    “What?   That
doesn’t make a damn bit of sense.”
    I sigh. “Olivia thinks it’s her and she’s beating herself up
about it.   I keep telling her it’s
probably me, but neither one of us has been checked. I’m afraid if I’m good and
everything’s working right, it’ll make her feel even worse.   She’s not taking this well.”
    “I’m sorry to hear that, bro.”   He sounds sincere and when I look up,
he’s not smiling anymore.
    “I think she’s doing it to herself. I think she’s so uptight
about it now, it won’t happen until she can relax.”
    “If you need some pointers on how to–”
    “You’re pushing your luck, douchebag.   I’m not kidding.” I know he’s teasing,
but I’m a little sensitive about it. I take anything involving Olivia very
seriously.   I’m supposed to be able
to take care of her, to make her happy, to protect her.   I feel like I’m failing her because I
can’t fix this.
    “Look,” Nash says, leaning forward to put his elbows on his
knees.   “Why don’t you tell her to
just put it out of her mind for the holidays? Marissa and I will keep the news
about the baby to ourselves until the first of the
year.   Maybe Olivia will chill out
not having to worry about it and it’ll just happen.”
    I nod, clicking and unclicking the button again.   “Yeah.   Sounds good.   Thanks, man.”   If only it will work.
    “No problem.”   He
takes a short pause.   “But can I
tell you something honestly? You gotta stop clicking that pen. I’m about to stab you in the jugular with it in about
ten more seconds.”
    I jerk my head up. He’s half smiling again, but his teeth
are gritted.   I laugh. He
laughs.   It’s good to have someone I
can be honest with, someone I can trust completely.   Even if he does threaten
to kill me with an office supply occasionally.
    “Maybe wait until after I can get her pregnant.   Then if you can get it away from me, you
can have at it.”
    “You think I can’t take you, little brother?”
    “I’m not sure who you’re calling little brother. Maybe we
should ask your wife.”
    Nash’s lips thin. “You’ll stop
right there if you’ve got even a little bit of brain left in that big-ass head
of yours.”  
    That will forever be a sore spot between us–Marissa.   The fact that I was with his wife before
he was (well, except for New Orleans) eats him up.   I can see why, too.   If the situation were reversed and he’d
had a taste of Olivia…
    My blood boils just thinking about it.   I guess being protective and possessive
of our women is a Davenport thing.   And we both got a healthy dose.

 

CHAPTER THREE- OLIVIA

 
    “I figured a boy like that would have the most potent sperm
known to man. Like the kind where he can just walk by your panties and get you
pregnant,” Ginger says in her blunt, Ginger way.
    “That’s what worries me,” I admit, meeting her twinkling
eyes with my own.   “He probably does.”
    “Oh, honey,” she says, curling her fingers around mine where
they rest on the little round table at the café where we’re having brunch.   “You think it’s you?”
    “Of course I think it’s me.   Like you said, Cash is so virile, so
damn manly and alpha male, I can’t imagine this being his problem.”
    My best friend considers me.   “What does he say about all this?”
    I exhale, but I don’t feel relieved. It’s like I’m holding a
breath that I can never quite let out all the way.   So much tension lately.   I feel like I’m about to crack at any
moment.
    It seems I can’t shake this feeling of dread, this feeling that
I’m going to give Cash the biggest disappointment of his life.   That I’ll be the biggest disappointment of