Only a Gemini Will Do Sneak Peek

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SAWYER WILLIAMS

Forty-five minutes later, I was pushing my rice around my plate with my fork, barely able to taste it despite all the vibrant seasonings. The pit of my stomach was tight—not because I was full from my meal, but from the massive secret I still hadn’t managed to spill. 

“You don’t like your food?” Kareem asked. 

I swung my head. “No. It’s not that.”“Then what is it? You’re extra quiet tonight.”

Here’s your chance, Sawyer. Put on your big girl panties and tell this nigga the truth!

I twisted my lips to the side. “Just tired from the long flight, that’s all.” 

Kareem dipped his chin, but the look in his eyes told me he wasn’t picking up what I was putting down. “You sure you don’t want a drink?” 

“Alcohol will only make me sleepier,” I said, eyeing the view of the ocean over his shoulder. “I’m good with my bottled water.” 

The waiter reappeared to clear our plates from the table. Once he was gone, Kareem leaned forward, resting his elbows on the linen. 

“I don’t care what you say. You’re not just tired, shawty. There’s something different about you.”

“You always read people this good?” I quizzed, trying to deflect from my own insecurities.

He tilted his head. “Only when I know you bullshittin’ me.” 

My next breath caught in my throat as my eyes met his. He wasn’t accusatory—he was just observant. Intentionally. Perceptively. It was in his nature. 

I finally blinked. “What makes you say that?”

“Because nothing you do gets past me, shawty. Your eyes have been bouncing around this entire restaurant, avoiding eye contact with me for more than a few seconds at a time since you got here. You ain’t touch a drop of liquor. And you’ve touched your stomach like four times since you sat your pretty ass down. You want me to keep going, or you ready to tell a nigga the truth?” 

I swallowed the bowling ball-sized lump in my throat. For a second, everything blurred. I reached for my bottle of water, chugging it as I felt the truth burning on the tip of my tongue. 

“Kareem. . .” I said shakily as I set the bottle down. 

He stared me down as if he’d been collecting the missing pieces to my puzzle and piecing it together since the moment I arrived. “You’re pregnant.”

Silence. 

Deafening silence. 

I hadn’t even opened my mouth, and somehow, Kareem had seen right through me like I was transparent. Every movement, every choice I’d made since stepping into his presence—he’d read like a fucking map.

My eyes welled up with tears as I nodded. “Yes.”

He didn’t blink. Didn’t look away. Just continued to stare. “Is it mine?”

I nodded again. That time, Kareem leaned back in his chair, exhaling as if he’d been holding his breath the entire time.

My hands trembled as I reached for my bottled water again, suddenly thirsty as hell all over again. “I didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t even know if I should. But I couldn’t keep it from you. Not after I got that ticket in the mail.” 

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