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hadn’t thought much about it, but he must be because during those awful few seconds after he asked her if she was keeping it and she hadn’t answered, the thought of losing that baby had made his gut clench up so bad he thought he was going to puke on her.
    For now he had to keep his shit together and come up with a plan. He had a nice savings account. The bar was running well into the black. He could get his hands on whatever money she needed. Hell, worst case, he’d hit up his brother. Those twisted books Joe wrote had him rolling in cash. For now he rifled through the filing cabinet until he found what he was looking for. Taking another deep breath that didn’t seem to help, he picked up the phone and punched in the numbers.
    It took longer than he’d thought and he feared he’d walk into his apartment and find her gone. But when he finally made it upstairs, he found her curled up on his couch, munching on Cool Ranch Doritos and watching country music videos.
    “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, holding up the bag.
    “Course not.” He sat in the chair opposite the couch and propped his elbows on his knees. “So I made a phone call and my insurance company is totally run by a bunch of dicks. Even if we got married this week, I don’t have a pregnancy rider and your pregnancy would be a pre-existing condition anyway, so no coverage. Although the baby will be covered as soon as it’s born.”
    Beth had frozen, a Dorito halfway to her mouth, but then her eyes widened. “Married? No, Kevin, I—”
    “For the insurance,” he interrupted. “Which is a moot point, I guess.”
    “Oh. Okay.”
    What did that mean? “Unless you think we should.”
    She looked at him as though he’d just suggested they have a quickie on the bar during a big game rush. “I don’t think so.”
    He tried to ignore the unwelcome pang of disappointment that made no sense. He was like a freakin’ roller-coaster. Scared she’d say yes. Bummed she said no and at the way she said it. Must be the shock. “You’re probably right. My brother and his wife got married because she got pregnant. She had like a total meltdown a while back. Thought he’d only married her because of the baby and all that.”
    Beth nodded, then munched on another chip, her gaze shifting to the television screen. Some guy in a John Wayne hat was leaning against the bed of a beat-to-crap old pickup wailing about something. He hoped she didn’t get the baby hooked on that shit. He’d heard babies could hear stuff like that before they were born and you should buy them classical music CDs or something like that. He wasn’t a big Beethoven fan, but no kid of his was going to be singing yee-haw, either.
    “So…” He had no idea what to say.
    “My due date’s June twenty-eighth.”
    He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. June twenty-eighth. A deadline. A little less than nine months to get his shit together.
    “I’m sorry,” she whispered, staring down at the empty, crumpled bag she was twisting in her hands.
    “I can buy more.” She gave him a funny look and he realized she didn’t mean the chips. He moved over to the couch and put his arm around her. “Hey, there’s nothing to be sorry about. We took precautions, but nothing’s a hundred percent.”
    She scooted away—not far, but enough so he got the message and dropped his arm. “You’re taking this awfully well.”
    “Trust me, I’m totally freaking out on the inside.”
    She snorted. “So am I.”
    Sick of the harsh crinkling sound, he took the empty chip bag from her and tossed it onto the coffee table. “We’ll freak out together. To really bad music.”
    “There’s nothing wrong with country music.”
    “Sounds like somebody stepped on a hound dog’s tail.”
    She laughed and shoved him away. “It does not. What do you listen…oh my God, I don’t even know what kind of music you listen to and I’m having your baby.”
    “I don’t even know where you live.”
    “In a