Sparks Fly

Always.”
    Angelina nodded. “Me too,” she said, too caught up in emotion to say anything more.
    “My legal counsel is already here,” he said apologetically as he helped her down the steps to the tarmac. “Do you mind if I have my driver take you home?”
    Angelina regretted that their idyll had come to an end. The real world had intruded much too soon. “That’s fine.”
    Will bent down to give her a kiss filled with promise, then walked her over to his limo. And as he watched her drive away, more than anything he wished he could go home with her instead of driving straight into corporate warfare.

CHAPTER TWELVE
    For the next two weeks, Angelina thought of little else but Will. Again and again she replayed their sweet and sensual lovemaking, their wonderful conversations, their spin on the Ferris wheel.
    Krista tried to pick up the slack in Angelina’s life, getting into the habit of just “dropping by”
    for coffee, or a walk, or the inevitable shopping trip. What great irony it was, Angelina thought later, that the bomb should fall on her in the mall.
    In the middle of trying on some designer shoes at Bloomingdale’s, Krista suddenly dropped the pair she was trying on to the floor. “I need to go to the bathroom. Now.”
    She dragged Angelina up the escalator and around the formalwear section into the ladies’ room.
    “Quick. Give me a tampon,” Krista said, holding her hands out to Angelina expectantly.
    Angelina frowned. “I don’t have any on me.”
    “You always get your period two days before me.”
    Angelina did some quick calculating. “I don’t have my period, Kris.”
    “No way. You’re regular as clockwork.”
    Slumping down into the beaten leather seat in the lounge outside the stall, Angelina felt her world shatter.
    “I didn’t exactly tell you the whole story about what happened in New York. On the plane, actually.” Angelina put her head in her hands for a few moments and then looked up, staring blankly at the wall behind her friend. She whispered, “We had sex.”
    “On the plane? You slept with Will on his private jet?”
    “Yes. It was my idea. I just couldn’t wait anymore.” She looked up at her friend. “Happy now that you know everything?”
    “Only if it was great sex,” Krista said, managing to prompt a laugh out of Angelina.
    “The best.” Angelina slumped deeper into her chair. “What if I’m pregnant?”
    Minutes later, they were standing in front of the row of pregnancy tests at the nearby pharmacy.
    Angelina felt faint. “Kris, what am I doing here?”
    “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ll be here with you every step of the way.” Krista pointed to a bright pink and blue striped box. “This is the one I’ve seen the commercial for.”
    “The one where the perfect couple is deliriously happy and can’t wait to add a perfect baby to their perfect life?”
    “That’s the one.” Krista swiped it off the counter and walked up to the checkout line.
    Mutely, she followed her best friend out onto the sidewalk. “Thanks for buying that for me.”
    “No problem, Ang. You shouldn’t have to buy this for yourself. It’s even worse than buying your first condoms when you’re still in high school.”
    Angelina raised an eyebrow. “I was in college.”
    “Speak for yourself. I was in junior high.”
    Angelina laughed. “You were not, you big bragger.”
    But when they got in Krista’s car, with the ominous package on her lap, Angelina couldn’t keep up the smile.
    What if the line was blue?

    * * *
    Angelina peed on the strip and prayed for pink. After all, she reasoned, she’d been under a lot of stress, which could have made her a few days late.
    “I can’t take it anymore,” Krista said, pushing the door open and grabbing the indicator strip off the counter, but Angelina had already seen the results for herself and slipped down the cold tiles onto the floor. Tears spilled down her cheeks. Krista squatted down to rock Angelina gently back and forth, murmuring that everything was going to be okay.
    “No,” Angelina said, wiping the tears from her face with the backs of her hands. “Everything isn’t going to be okay.”
    Krista refused to listen. “Once you tell Will, he’ll be thrilled, and—”
    “He never wants to have kids,” Angelina sobbed, wiping at her nose with the back of her hand.
    “People are always using him because he’s rich and famous. He’ll think I got pregnant to get at his money.”
    “Scoot over,”