Chapter 3Billie counts the days on the calendar. When she surpasses 45 she panics.
“Oh, crud. Oh, bloody crud,” she groans. “No, no, no. I can't be.”
Pregnancy is not in her schedule at this point in her life. And no way to begin a relationship with a man so conventional as Isaac Nickerson, especially since she and Isaac never even slept together that magical night.
Feeling irritated and rejected by a man she had only spent a few hours with, who had resisted her self-indulgent seduction, she foolishly succumbed to a drunken fling with the pub's bartender who must have put some kind of aphrodisiac in her drink. She can never tell Isaac what an i***t she was.
What am I thinking? she admonishes herself. It's been almost six weeks and Isaac still hasn't returned from D.C. He has called onl
