Monitored (The White Coat Series Book 3) Read Free Page B

and scooped a leg underneath me, leaning back on a less tacky dark yellow pillow.  
    “Well, we met on Tinder.” I cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, don’t act like you don’t know. It’s that online dating app for your phone? You end up chatting with people you think are hot? Nothing?”
    I broke my farce, unable to hold it any longer. I had actually met my last three dates on Tinder, they all turned out to be… well, less than optimal, but they were great conversationalists! I still expected a prince to come save his Tinderella and put on the glass slipper, er glass iPhone case? Whatever the situation, I ended up cracking and smiling over at Connor, admitting the truth.
    “You honestly think you could have gotten that by me?” Con playful tossed a pillow, the tacky one, at my head, causing it to bounce off and land on the plush bleached blue carpet he had pinned under the front of his couch.
    “Whatever, so you met a guy?” I swooned, slapping his knee playfully. It felt comfortable talking to Con about this, about guys. Like something we were meaning to do for the longest time and just finally got around to doing it, two elderly friends coming together after years for a cup of tea and falling into something so ordinary, neither blinked an eye. That’s how it felt.
    “Yeah, we met for some drinks at Hamburger Mary’s,” he said, smiling and blushing at the same time. It was rare to see my brother blush and it always had a warming effect on my heart, like a little space heater just chugging along in my chest cavity.  
    “And?” I prodded, knowing that it couldn’t have ended there.
    “Well, we’re still talking. He’s actually a Theta,” Con said.
    “Nice, you guys can go to your frat formals together and be super bro-y,” I teased, knowing that Theta was short for another fraternity on campus, I also knew that Con had a tendency to “bro-out” as I liked to put it. This involved him wearing various shades of neon, boat shoes without a boat anywhere in sight, and khaki shorts that are short enough to show some thigh action, but long enough to hide the ball action. Thankfully, this wasn’t Connor on most days, just the ones he got the urge to dress like that, almost like he was a werewolf.
    Hah, a fratwolf. Transforming in the middle of the night to the sound of a kegger.
    I needed to tame my imagination.
    “He’s actually as far from a bro as you are. He’s premed and really into studying and shit.”
    “And he’s in a frat… why?”
    “Said his father wanted him to, so he’s just sort of going through the actions,” Con said, apparently getting to know this guy really well. That sounded like a pretty tough place to be in.
    And then I remembered; I’m pregnant.
    The breath whooshed out of me, my lungs compressing in one, united, tight hug. I felt my mind go foggy as my senses dulled and my cheeks got wet all over again. Con wrapped his arms around me and held me in another embrace, it was a hug that seemed like everything was going to be ok. The types of hugs that really speak more than words can ever say, and once again I felt myself calming down.
    I was never a big crier, even growing up. My mom always joked that my dad secretly sold his soul so that one of the twins would be guaranteed to be calm and focused. Whatever he did, it seemed to have worked because I always had my set goals and ways to accomplish them and rarely shed a tear when I was younger. Even in the ninth grade, I had my whole year penciled out with a huge (and really quite impressive) collection of colored markers and highlighters. My parents thought they got lucky with me.
    “Surprise, mom and dad!! I’m pregnant and the father is a celebrity who’s married!”
    Be careful what you wish for, that’s what they should have been thinking.
    I shook it off and tried not to focus on it, bringing myself back to Connor.
    “When do I get to meet him?” I asked, my voice still a little shaky but gaining back its