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that there were plenty of reasons why she was a few days late.
                  Even though she’d never been.
                  Even though her cycles were regulated down to the minute on the pill.
                  And she’d reflected back on a moment several weeks before, when she’d been keeping Tyler for Jessica and she’d glanced up to see Tam looking at her strangely. Later that night, sitting on the edge of the bed and massaging lotion into her feet, she’d asked him about it. He’d waxed pensive, eyes getting faraway. “It’s kinda weird seeing you with a kid is all .” Which wasn’t encouraging. She knew they didn’t want or need kids now – God, they really didn’t – but…
                  She’d sighed and rolled over, telling herself she was stressed over nothing. But this morning, she felt the first sharp edges of panic cutting through her denial.
                  “Joey.”
                  She clambered out of her thoughts and back into the present that was all about the sandwich she was making for her lunch and Tam’s hands slipping around her waist. She couldn’t pretend, though, that the feel of his fingers against her belly didn’t give her a little jolt when she considered what he might be touching.
                  “What?” she asked, probably more enthusiastically than she should have in an effort to cover her stress. She wiped excess peanut butter off the knife she was using with a scrap of paper towel and stacked the cut halves of her sandwich one on top of the other.
                  He dropped his head over her shoulder, his cheek against hers. “I said.” He turned his face into her neck and she felt his lips against her skin. She leaned into him. “What do you wanna do for dinner?”
                  Occasionally, they went out on Fridays for date night. Which had seemed funny until they’d both realized, in one of those eye-locking, dual moments of shock, that they’d never actually been on a proper date. Hookups in the back of his car and drive through dinners notwithstanding, they’d skipped the entire courtship ritual.
                  Jo didn’t mind, though, and she knew Tam didn’t either. They’d been able to skip all that nervous small talk and avoidance of eye contact, all the drudgery of actual dating. But it was nice to go be a couple by themselves and feel like adults instead of grown kids living at home.
                  “I dunno. Pizza? I don’t care.”
                  She could feel his evil smile against her neck. “I thought you set up Jordan to meet Sasha for pizza. You gonna play spy?”
                  She’d completely forgotten about her matchmaking. Jordan had come home Monday evening and asked in a pained, I-hate-to-be-doing-this sort of way if she could set him up with anyone. After she’d told him that her friends and acquaintances were not disposable commodities he could fuck and chuck – and after Beth had glared at her about the comment – she’d agreed to set him up with Sasha from work.
                  “Oh, right.” She frowned as she bagged her sandwich. “No, let’s go somewhere else. I really don’t want to know anything about my brother’s mating rituals.”
                  He chuckled. “Fair enough.” Then his arms encircled her more tightly and he pulled her back away from the counter. “You alright?”
                  There was so much concern in his voice that Jo almost told him. She leaned back against his shoulder and it was more than a little tempting to share her worry. But that wouldn’t have been fair to him, not before she knew for certain anyway. “Fine,” she lied, smiling because she knew he was watching her. “Just tired.” Which was true: she was exhausted.
                  “Are you -