The Consummation (The Josh & Kat Trilogy #3) Read Online Lauren Rowe

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Josh & Kat Trilogy Series by Lauren Rowe
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Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 132464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
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A feeling of relative calm washes over me.

I think I just made a decision: I’ll wait a month to tell Josh about the baby, just in case natural selection takes care of things between now and then. And in the meantime, I’ll just try not to think about it (other than taking pre-natal vitamins and picking up What To Expect When You’re Expecting).

Yep. That’s the plan.

Okay.

Whew.

I take a deep breath and tune into the conversation at the table again, feeling oddly relieved.

“So it turned out it was just a little brush fire,” Colby’s saying. “And yet there we all were, geared up for the Apocalypse.”

Everyone laughs.

“I always get so nervous every time you go out on a call,” Mom says to Colby.

“I know, Mom. But I wouldn’t wanna be doing anything else with my life. I love it.”

“I know you do, honey. We’re so proud of you.”

I look down at my phone and stare at Josh’s text, the one asking if I’m at Colby’s birthday dinner. I suppose I should answer the guy.

“Yeah, I’m at the party,” I write. “Sitting at the dinner table with everyone right now, as a matter of fact. We’re eating Dax’s carrot cake, which is utterly DELICIOUS, bee tee dubs. Too bad you had to miss it.” I press send on my text and look up from my phone. “Hey, Mom, can you cut me a little slice of cake, after all?”

“Sure,” Mom says. “Does that mean you’re feeling a bit better?”

“Mmm hmm.”

My phone buzzes with Josh’s reply: “I wanted to be there, but you UNINVITED me.” He attaches a sad-face emoji.

“Are you in L.A.?” I write.

“Yeah. I took the first flight home this morning.” Another sad-face. “Did you tell your family why I’m not there?”

“No. I told them you had to return to L.A. for work.”

“Why didn’t you tell them I’m a total asshole?”

“Because it’s none of their business you’re a total asshole,” I write. “WHICH YOU ARE.”

Everyone at the table laughs uproariously about something Keane is saying.

I glance up from my phone to find Colby staring at me, his eyes full of sympathy.

Damn, that Colby.

“Excuse me,” I say, leaping up from the table. I sprint across the house toward my mom’s office, intending to close the door behind me and continue texting with Josh, but my sudden movement has made me feel horrendously queasy all of a sudden, so I hang a sharp right and bolt into the bathroom.

Gah. Thar she blows.

Bye-bye, carrot cake.

Lovely.

So far, being a mommy is super-duper fun.

I rinse out my mouth and run cold water over my face and then sit on the edge of the tub, my head in my hands. I can’t believe this is my life. I quit my job yesterday, thinking I was gonna spend the next year building a business—but, instead, it turns out I’m gonna spend the next eighteen years unexpectedly raising a kid. Without any desire to do so, I’ve trapped Josh exactly the way he’s always feared some gold digger would do—and at a time when he’s so unsure about our potential future as a couple, he didn’t even tell me about his impending move to my city.

I put my hands over my face. This is a freaking nightmare.

My phone buzzes with an incoming text.

I wipe my eyes and look down at my phone, my vision blurred by tears.

“This ‘total asshole’ just booked you a first-class flight to L.A. on Thursday,” Josh writes. “I get why me not telling you about Seattle hurt your feelings. You’re entitled to that. But I’m not gonna let you torture me with it forever. Go ahead and ‘think and regroup’ all you want for exactly five motherfucking days, but that’s all you get, Madame Terrorist. After that, I’m gonna fly your tight little ass down here and give you no choice but to forgive me.”

Three

Josh

I crane my neck, scrutinizing the passengers filing through the gate, my skin buzzing with anticipation, my heart clanging in my chest. Not her. Not her. Not her. Did the entire city of Seattle board Kat’s flight to L.A.? Jesus.

I can’t wait another minute to see her. I’m wrecked. Out of my mind. These past five days, I haven’t been able to sleep. Think. Eat. Laugh. I fully expected Kat to break down and call me at some point this past week—or at least text me—especially in light of all the ridiculously expensive flowers I’ve sent her every day—but she didn’t. Nope. I didn’t hear a goddamned peep out of Kat (unless, of course, you count texts that said: “Thank you for the beautiful flowers and for continuing to give me time to think and regroup.”). Fucking terrorist. I’ve been physically sick with loneliness and yearning and regret all fucking week. If she wanted me to know what my life would feel like without her in it, well, now I know: it’s fucking torture.


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