Again Thanks bunch for the wonderful replies.
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" What's in your hand" Horrified, she looked down at the incriminating stick in her hand then thrust her hand behind her back. " nothing" she said with force. His eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Was that a thermometer?" " No. Leave!" she watched in disbelieve as he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. "if you're running a fever, you should go home. We can cover for you." His annoying protective instincts were very much at odds with his flippant radio personality. Sometimes she didn't know which was real the real Brady. Today she would have preferred the flippant Brady.
" I am not sick. How did you get in?" " The door was open. Now let me see the thermometer." He held his hand out.
With frantic hands she searched the vanity behind her for someplace to hide the stick. Her sleek, pocket less dress proved in this useless in this situation. Her purse lay on the floor by Brady's feet. Only then did she realize the weight of the purse on the handle must have unlocked the door. Damn her carelessness.
While she was distracted, he reached around her and plucked the stick from her fingertips. For a second, awareness flashed through her. He Towered over her, larger and taller than he ever been before.
She reached for the stick, but was too late. Horror crossed his face as he realized what he was holding was not a thermometer. He dropped the stick and stepped away, flattening his back against the door as if the pregnancy test stick carried some deadly disease.
Under any other circumstances, she might have laughed. " I told you it was not a thermometer." " is that a." He seemed unable to choke out the words. " Yes. It is." she ran her hands over her face to her temples. She massaged the tender skin, trying to ease the ache pounding through her head.
Brady crouched down and peered at the stick where it lay on the floor. He didn't touch it. " There's plus sign. Positive means good news, right?" " No, positive means the test is positive. Not that the news is positive." thirty and he didn't even know how to read a pregnancy test. Lucky guy.
Almost as if he'd read her thoughts he said, " I've never had to read one of these before." " How nice for you." " What are you gong to do now?" he stood, wiping his hands on his jeans. " I guess I am going to ask Phillip to marry me."
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" What's in your hand" Horrified, she looked down at the incriminating stick in her hand then thrust her hand behind her back. " nothing" she said with force. His eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Was that a thermometer?" " No. Leave!" she watched in disbelieve as he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. "if you're running a fever, you should go home. We can cover for you." His annoying protective instincts were very much at odds with his flippant radio personality. Sometimes she didn't know which was real the real Brady. Today she would have preferred the flippant Brady.
" I am not sick. How did you get in?" " The door was open. Now let me see the thermometer." He held his hand out.
With frantic hands she searched the vanity behind her for someplace to hide the stick. Her sleek, pocket less dress proved in this useless in this situation. Her purse lay on the floor by Brady's feet. Only then did she realize the weight of the purse on the handle must have unlocked the door. Damn her carelessness.
While she was distracted, he reached around her and plucked the stick from her fingertips. For a second, awareness flashed through her. He Towered over her, larger and taller than he ever been before.
She reached for the stick, but was too late. Horror crossed his face as he realized what he was holding was not a thermometer. He dropped the stick and stepped away, flattening his back against the door as if the pregnancy test stick carried some deadly disease.
Under any other circumstances, she might have laughed. " I told you it was not a thermometer." " is that a." He seemed unable to choke out the words. " Yes. It is." she ran her hands over her face to her temples. She massaged the tender skin, trying to ease the ache pounding through her head.
Brady crouched down and peered at the stick where it lay on the floor. He didn't touch it. " There's plus sign. Positive means good news, right?" " No, positive means the test is positive. Not that the news is positive." thirty and he didn't even know how to read a pregnancy test. Lucky guy.
Almost as if he'd read her thoughts he said, " I've never had to read one of these before." " How nice for you." " What are you gong to do now?" he stood, wiping his hands on his jeans. " I guess I am going to ask Phillip to marry me."