Who's the Daddy (Crescent Cove 3)

Or she was getting feisty and then I wanted to get her naked.

“Sounds like you need to talk to her.”

The phone burning in my pocket backed up that statement. “Yeah, she blew me off.” I took a sip of my beer. “Sort of. We had a fight and we haven’t talked since the pregnant thing happened.” Except for the texts she’d sent me as a white flag and I’d been ignoring.

It was way too much to go into.

“That’s fucked up.” August cracked his knuckles. “Is she…you know, keeping it?”

I hadn’t even thought about that. I dragged my hands under the table and fisted them on top of my knees. Fuck, I hadn’t even…

“I don’t know.”

“Obviously, you’re a little more than messed up about her. Is this where I have to tell you to man up and talk to her? Or you got this?”

I bounced my fist against the wood twice. “No, I got this.”

“That’s what I thought.”

I pulled out my phone and fired off the text before I could stop myself.

Think we should talk. I’ll pick you up for dinner tomorrow?

My gut stopped twisting when I saw the bubbles not even a minute later.

Yes, I’d love to talk. Dinner sounds great.

Fifteen

I nibbled on my lower lip as I stared at my cell for the nineteenth time today. So like Dare. Right to the point. No fluff.

Funny how I could know him so well, and not know him at all. I slid a hand over my still very flat belly. I seemed to be able to figure him out better than my own self.

Great grammar there, Teach.

But it was true.

If anyone asked me six months ago if I’d have had two different men in my life within the span of a month, I’d have told them they were certifiable. Heck, if it hadn’t been for Tommy’s grandmother’s funeral, I’d never have done…that with him.

I didn’t want him back.

I was much happier since he’d flaked out of my life.

And now I could be ruining something great. Or not.

I jammed my fingers into my hair. If I thought about this situation any more, I was going to go out of my mind. Add in the whispers and sly glances from the teachers at school—oh, and couldn’t forget about the parents.

Yep.

I was ready to pin an S to my sweaters. Or maybe on the soles of my boots? Would that be better, so they could see it coming and going? Who needed Louboutins when you could have that kind of red on your soles?

And now I was being ridiculous.

I sat down to pull on my knee-high boots. I couldn’t dress up to run around after first graders, but I could look as good as possible tonight. So I’d pulled out my fawn-colored boots and my favorite corduroy skirt with matching tights.

My usual bird legs had filled out a little, giving me a hint of curves I didn’t usually have. And maybe the snap on my skirt was a little tighter than it used to be, but I couldn’t think about that. I wasn’t due for ages.

I’d even found the nerve to make an appointment with Ally’s doctor. Next Friday, I’d know a little bit more about what I was working with. And after tonight, I’d know for sure if I was doing all of this alone or…