Page 94 of The Fiancé Hoax
“Everything looks good,” I said. I watched as they moved the last piece to the front of the store.
“Great,” the older of the two men said. “We just need your signature, and we’ll be on our way.”
“Of course.” I followed the guys to the parking area in the back and waited for them to get the tablet from their van.
Outside, the bright sun made me feel dizzy. A fresh wave of nausea rose in my stomach.
Great. Not this again.
But this time, I felt unsteady on my feet. I braced myself against the doorframe and shut my eyes, willing myself not to faint.
“Whoa,” the younger guy said. He grabbed me just before I lost my balance. “Let's get you inside.”
He helped me through the door. The world was spinning, and I held on to his arm to steady myself. He pulled a chair over and I sat down, glad to be off my feet.
“Ma'am, are you okay?”
He looked at me, worried.
“I… I think I'm okay,” I said. But I wasn't certain. I felt disoriented and scared.
I blew out a shuddering sigh, trying to collect myself.
The older man approached me with a bottle of cool water he’d retrieved from his van. He twisted the cap open and handed it to me.
“Thank you.” I smiled at him gratefully. The water revived me, and I took a few sips.
“No problem,” he said, giving me a smile. “My wife had terrible morning sickness her whole first trimester. Not just in the morning, either. All day long.”
I blinked up at him. “How… how did you know?”
He lifted a shoulder. “You have that same look she did. I guess they call it a glow.”
A clatter from the front of the store startled me.
I looked up to see my father standing near the front entrance.
He had knocked over one of the new display cases. Apparently, he had entered from the front, overheard the man’s words, and reacted out of surprise.
Dad stood there glaring at me.
I squeezed my eyes shut in frustration. I was fed up with being scrutinized.
My head had stopped swimming, and I wanted to finish up with the deliverymen before my father flipped out.
“I can sign that form now,” I said. The younger man handed me the tablet. I scrawled my signature on the screen, thanked them again, and they left.
I took another sip of water and rose to face my dad.
“Felicity, are you pregnant?” he asked.
“Dad, Gen already has a private eye following Cooper and me. I don't need you spying on me, too.”
“I wasn't spying on you. I came by to see if you needed help with your delivery.”
“How did you know I had a delivery?”
“I saw you mentioned it on Moonstone’s social media,” he answered irritatedly.