April harrumphs. “Fine, then not a shootout. Important Poo-king duties, then?”
I huff a laugh into the darkness. “Wrong.”
“Really need to go to the bathroom but don’t feel like getting up?”
“Try being pregnant. I promise you, it’s a journey filled with extremely specific experiences.”
The image of her pregnant belly sends a spark running down my spine. f**k. “Last guess before you’re out of lives.”
For a long moment, April’s quiet. I can practically hear the gears in her head whirring, her determination to win this game no matter what. With April, everything turns into a race.
I mull it over. “Mm. ‘Thoughts’ isn’t wrong.”
“A-ha! I knew it. It’s always thoughts.”
“Not so fast,” I chide. “You haven’t told me what kind of thoughts yet.”
“Oh, I see. Someone’s playing hard to get.”
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