Don't Break My Heart (Return to Redemption, Book 6) Read Free

position. So why are you suddenly telling me this now?”
    “I’d planned to wait another month, until after I start to
show, to tell anyone. But I want you to understand why I can’t get involved
with anyone right now.” Not even a billionaire. “No guy wants to be saddled
with some test tube’s baby.”
    “Who says you have to get involved ?” Frankie chuckled. “You could simply console Ben and have
a little fun while you’re at it.” She wiggled her finely arched eyebrows.
“You’re the perfect fling for each other. You’re temporarily off the market,
and I’m sure he’s not emotionally ready to get serious again, yet. You can use
each other for a little bedroom quid pro
quo . I mean, unlike other women, it’s not like he has to worry he’ll knock
you up and be on the hook for child support, right?”
    “True.” Trisha shrugged. “I’ll just have to wait and see if
he gives me goose bumps.”
    Frankie grinned sideways at her. “You do know it’s Christmas
Eve and below freezing, right?”
    “Touché.”
    “I really do understand why you did it. Andy and I tried to
get pregnant for two years without success—and I have two ovaries. Our failure to conceive is partly why we split up.
He’s also one of the reasons I asked you to come to the wedding.”
    “I don’t understand.”
    “He’s one of Luke’s groomsmen. In fact, I think Sabrina has
him escorting me in the ceremony.”
    “Ahhh.” Trisha nodded slowly. “So she’s playing matchmaker,
hoping to get the two of you back together?”
    “Exactly. I’m counting on you to run interference. If Andy
corners me, interrupt and make some excuse to drag me away. I don’t want to be
alone with him.”
    “Okee-dokey.”
    The Toyota’s right wheel hit a huge pothole, making Trisha
cringe from the sudden blow to her bladder. She crossed her legs and asked,
“How long did you say this trip to the Poconos would take?
    “The resort’s pretty far north, so it’s a little over two
hours. Why do you ask?”
    “Because, due to you generously providing coffee this
morning and the fact I’m pregnant, we should probably stop before we get
there—unless you don’t mind having a wet seat.”
    “Right. I suppose you’ll want the bed closest to the
bathroom tonight, too.”
    “Definitely.”
    Frankie flipped on her directional to exit the highway.
“Then again, that may become a moot point if your girl parts tingle when you
meet Ben.”
    “In that case, you can take any bed you like.”
    ~*~
    “Oh, my gosh, Frankie, you only told me she was pretty!” a
golden-haired woman shrieked that afternoon as Trisha followed her friend into
the resort’s wreath and twinkle light spangled salon. “I never expected
gorgeous.”
    “Sabrina, I’d like you to meet Trisha Mason. Trish, this is
the bride and my oldest friend, Sabrina Fitzpatrick.”
    “Oldest, meaning we’ve known each other forever, not that I’m ancient,” Sabrina told her.
    “It’s so nice to meet you.” Trisha smiled at the bubbly
woman. “Thanks for asking Frankie to bring a female friend to your wedding.”
    “More like ordered ,”
Frankie muttered.
    “I take it she told you my nefarious plan to try to distract
Ben this evening?”
    “Actually, Frankie used the word console .”
    Sabrina chuckled. “She would. Seriously, I know tonight will
be painful for him, particularly since he’s Luke’s best man. I’d really
appreciate it if you would help keep him from brooding for the next few days.”
    “I’ll do my best—assuming he likes me.”
    “Well, let’s get her in one of the chairs and make sure
she’s irresistible,” a tiny woman with a dark cap of curls suggested behind
Sabrina.
    “This is Annie Fitzpatrick,”—Frankie waved toward the
woman—“the maid of honor.”
    “Fitzpatrick? Are you and Sabrina related?”
    “I’m married to her brother, Tyler.”
    “Ty is Luke’s oldest friend.” Sabrina explained. “The two of
them roomed with BJ in