“What’s the matter?” His hand caught only air as she brushed past him.
He followed her into the en-suite, watching her empty her makeup case onto the counter. She tossed items aside frantically, an expression of distress breaching her lips.
“Julianne, what’s the matter?”
“I can’t find them.”
“Find what?”
When she didn’t answer, he grasped her arm. “Julianne, find what?”
“My birth control pills.”
For an instant her panic traveled through him, but only for an instant.
“I’m sure they’re here somewhere. When’s the last time you saw them?”
She blinked, her eyes flickering to the side.
“In Cambridge,” she whispered.
Now his eyes widened.
“Not in New York? Not here?”
“I was on my period just before you left for New York, remember? I should have started a new pack of pills that Wednesday.”
“And did you?”
She shook her head. “I was on my way to see you. I was in such a hurry to make it to the airport, I forgot them. And then while we were in New York . . .”
“Darling.” He reached for her but she turned away, covering her face with her hands.
“I can’t believe I’ve missed almost an entire month of pills and only realized it now. I’m such an idiot.”
“You aren’t an idiot.” He pulled on her wrist and moved so that he was encircling her with his arms. “You were in a hurry to meet me in New York. Then we had the call from your father at the airport. You’ve had a lot on your mind.”
“I guess it’s a good thing your surgery hasn’t kicked in yet.”
A shadow passed over Gabriel’s features, but then it was gone, like an errant cloud on a summer’s day.
“So I just need a replacement package of pills until I get back to Boston.” Julia explained her situation to the pharmacist the following morning.
The pharmacist nodded. “That shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll call your pharmacy back home. It should only take a few minutes. Just have a seat.”
“Thank you.”
Julia rejoined Gabriel in the waiting area that was nestled inside the small Selinsgrove pharmacy.
“Is everything all right?” He gave her a concerned look.
“Yes.” She breathed a sigh of relief. “It shouldn’t take too long.”
Gabriel pulled out his iPhone and began pressing some buttons.
“What are you doing?” She looked over at him with interest.
“While you were talking to the pharmacist, I was checking our messages. My urologist’s office called.”
“Should you call him back?”
“If you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind.” Julia frowned. “Why is he calling you over Christmas vacation?”
“I don’t know. I was expecting a call a couple of weeks ago about my latest test results. There probably hasn’t been a change.” He looked unhappy.
“The doctor said it could take up to a year. Don’t worry.” Julia took his left hand in hers.
He kissed the back of her hand before standing and walking to the front of the store.
By the time he returned, Julia had already received her prescription, paid for it, and taken the first pill.
Gabriel planted his feet, staring at her prescription bag.
She looked up into wide, conflicted eyes.
“What’s the matter?”
“Let’s go home.” He moved to touch the small of her back, guiding her toward the door.
“Is everything all right?”
“We’ll talk in the car.”
Julia dutifully walked with him to the Jeep, which was parked outside. It was the vehicle that Gabriel kept in Selinsgrove simply for convenience.
“You’re scaring me,” she whispered.
“No need to panic.” He opened the passenger door, waiting until she was situated before closing it.
When he climbed into the driver’s seat, he didn’t bother placing his key in the ignition. He simply put his iPhone on the dashboard and turned to her.
Julia could see by his expression that he was struggling.
“Was it bad news?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Then what is it?”
Gabriel took her hand in his, tracing the hills and valleys of her knuckles with his thumb. He stopped at her wedding band.
“Look at me.”
She met his eyes, her heart beginning to pound in her chest.
“I don’t want you to panic, all right?”
“Gabriel, I’m panicking. Just spit it out.”
He pressed his lips together.
“The doctor’s office called to give me my latest test results. They were supposed to call two weeks ago, but there was an—anomaly.”
“An anomaly?”
“The test results were positive.” He was speaking slowly, very slowly, his eyes searching hers.
Then he waited for the import of his revelation to sink in.
She blinked. Several times. “So you’re—?”
“Yes.”
“But that’s impossible. It’s hasn’t been three months yet.”
“I know. They repeated the test and received the same results. Apparently, the doctor would like to use my story as a testimonial.”