Bree’s POV
I look at Cranston in horror.
How could I have been so irresponsible?
I don’t have s*x for over a year, and I have one reckless night and end up pregnant?
No…I cannot be.
No way.
Cranston moves his hands to my shoulders and pulls me back away from the railing and turns me toward the cabin.
“We need a minute.”
“The guests are waiting for you, where are you going?” Ms. Laura looks frantic as she steps towards us.
“We need a minute!” Cranston practically yells over his shoulder at her as he pushes me forward.
He pauses by Erica and whispers something to her before opening the cabin door for me.
I feel numb as he leads me down the stairs and into a cabin that I have not been in yet.
There is a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and rose petals on the king size bed.
