Free Mr. Unlucky by BA Tortuga Page B

looking…oddly panicky.
    “I’m not worried.” She put her fork down, appetite disappearing. She wasn’t the kind of girl that got herself knocked up to stay with a guy.
    “Good. That’s good.” He sat back, face relaxing.
    Addie nodded, the chili sour in her mouth now. She finished her tea, trying her damnedest not to get her feelings hurt. Of course he’d worry, right? Even though she’d been honest with him, straight up.
    Totally honest. Really.
    Well, almost. For the most part. Right? Right.
    Except she hadn’t talked to him about Jim and the breakup. The fight. The running back home to the dads. He hadn’t talked to her about either of his fiancées, so why would she? He hadn’t asked questions about her life before she’d come home, and she knew everything about him only because she was nosy as hell.
    God, Addie. Chill the fuck out.
    It wasn’t like she and Bodie were going to get married and have babies.
    “You okay, honey?” He put one hand over hers.
    She nodded, found a grin. “I am. You like the burritos okay?”
    “They’re amazing. Thanks for supper.” He squeezed her hand. “Sorry if I freaked out a little. I’m just not in a raising babies place, you know?”
    “I’m not the type to get pregnant, man. Fun-loving, yes. Irresponsible, not so much.” She winked, ignoring the flash of something that might have been bitterness. “Don’t worry. I won’t saddle you with little red-headed hellions.”
    Bodie tilted his head. “Now you’re mad at me. You know I’m not the settling type, honey. I’ve tried. It’s not meant to be.”
    “I didn’t ask for you to settle for anything. I cooked you supper and gave you a blowjob. I was on my knees, cowboy, but it wasn’t a marriage proposal.” She stood up and tossed the uneaten half of her supper in the trash. “I promise not to ask to move in, to get a permanent slot on your dance card, or to keep a toothbrush here, okay?”
    He stood, too, hands on the table. “I put in a sink for you, honey. You can keep whatever you want here as long as birth control is part of it. I’m not looking for anything long-term, you understand? No babies. No big thing. I need to know you understand me, woman.”
    “I said okay.” What? She was lying now? Too stupid to get it? And what was her deal with hooking up with guys who didn’t want to have kids with her? “I’ve never once suggested any different. You have rubbers. We’re using them. You’re the one that got het up.”
    “I’m not het up, Addie. I’m just not interested in doing this with you.”
    “Doing what?” What the hell did that mean?
    “This whole fucking thing.”
    “Hey, you’re the one that put in a second sink. I didn’t ask you for it. I got a place to stay.” And if it wasn’t her house, well so what? Maddie’d let her stay ‘til the end of never, and not have to ask.
    “I know you didn’t ask. Goddamn it, girl. All I’m saying is…..What I want is…” She looked at him, eyebrow raised, and he stopped. “I just don’t want complications.”
    “No. Good thing for you I’m easy.” Addie picked up her phone, slid it in her back pocket. “You know what, I’m not in the mood for this. The pie’s in the fridge. I’m just going to head out. You have a good one.”
    She didn’t offer to do his dishes, she just slipped on her flip flops and grabbed her keys. She wasn’t Suzie Fucking Homemaker.
    “Addie.” Bodie followed her, but he didn’t reach for her, which she figured was pretty telling. “I’m sorry, honey. I am.”
    “I know. It’s cool. I promise, no babies, no long-term, no commitments. Just a nice fuck when we’re lonely. Give me a holler, huh?” She kissed his cheek, lips barely touching his skin, and hopped in her car, her phone ringing before she got all the way out of the driveway, before the tears could even start.
    “Want a beer?”
    She nodded, chuckled. “God, yes, Maddie. I love you.”
    “I know. Meet you at the