“A woman’s prerogative.” Sam flashed him what she hoped was a convincing grin. “Come on, guys. I’m fine, really. I’m about to get married to a guy I’ve been with three months. I love him more than anything, but don’t we deserve a little time to ourselves before we have kids? Now that I know all the plumbing works, I want to be sure I’m ready before we go there. That’s all it is. I swear.”

Maggie and Harry exchanged a look before Maggie withdrew a syringe from her lab coat pocket and handed it to him. “She’s all yours. I’ll see you at the rehearsal, Sam.” Harry was one of Nick’s groomsmen.

“Thanks, Maggie.”

After she left the room, Harry said, “Take off your sweater and roll up your sleeve.”

Sam’s stomach heaved over the idea of a shot, but she did as directed.

“Why are you suddenly shaking like a leaf?”

“Needles and I don’t get along too well.”

He rubbed alcohol on her arm. “You’re sure about this, Sam?”

She’d never been more certain about anything. “Very sure. Let’s just get it over with.” The sting of the needle and the burn of the injection drew a gasp from her, but then it was over, and she had one less thing to worry about for the next twelve weeks. “You won’t say anything about this to Nick, will you?”

Harry seemed taken aback by the question. “Of course not. That’s not something you ever need to worry about with me.”

“I’ll see you Friday. Thanks for your help.” Ignoring his disappointed expression, Sam made her escape before he could make her feel any worse than she already did.

Sam arrived at her HQ office, determined to put the episode with Harry behind her. What’s done is done, she thought, hanging up her coat and taking in her unusually orderly office. She wasn’t sure what had gotten into her lately, but she was beginning to worry that Nick’s anal-retentive neatness was wearing off on her. It wasn’t like her to be concerned about cleaning up her office or closet or anywhere else for that matter.

When she realized there was nothing left to clean, nothing left to organize, she felt panicked. What the hell was wrong with her? Her emotions were all over the freaking place the last few weeks. Had to be the wedding and all the associated craziness. Once they got past next weekend, things would calm down. Or so she hoped.