“Yes, it’s the most heavily guarded and worst kept secret ever. I went over last week when you were avoiding me to hang out after practice. Brayden was with her, and Shaw was at a meeting. She had to throw up twice in the first hour I was there. I stayed until Shaw got home. The way he went to her, the way he held her, he forgot I was in the room. The first thing he did was cradle her stomach. It was pretty obvious.”
“That’s beautiful.” I picture the scene.
“Well, I was sworn to secrecy, until they hit what Bizzy refers to as a safety zone. Then Mathis told me he knows because he heard from Bizzy’s boss that Bizzy’s PRN work is changing dramatically. He figured it out.”
“So she hasn’t told Claire?”
“My guess is Claire knows, but Bizzy and Shaw are waiting to tell the parents.”
I start to get choked up, knowing I’m going to miss it all.
“I’m really happy for them.”
“Me too, especially after what they went through.”
“And considering you and Mathis pretty much raided their baby-making weekend on Labor Day.”
“Can we NOT discuss that ever again?”
I giggle, wishing I could see the scowl on his face when he thinks about what he interrupted and what he saw.
“How long were you at the gallery?” He changes the subject.
“’Til about ten, then I came back here and went straight to sleep. I was exhausted.”
“Did you get a lot done?”
“I think so. Mom and Dad will be here in a few hours, and I’ll spend some time today and tomorrow with her in the gallery going over all my notes. Logan will be there, too, and thanks to you and the girls, I don’t have to rely on them to help me pack and move into storage, so we’ll have a lot more free time together.”
“Are you watching the game?”
“Maybe,” I reply coyly, smiling into the pillow.
“My parents’ invitation still stands.” He refers to his parents’ game party this afternoon.
“I think we’ll end up at Logan’s house. Melanie is doing some kind of dinner, and we promised.”
This is all the truth, but I leave out the part about being afraid to see his parents and have them ask a lot of questions.
“Does that mean you’re talking to Lo
gan?”
“I never stopped talking to Logan. There just wasn’t much to say.”
“He loves you, Sweet Peach. Don’t leave holding a grudge. If you can forgive me, you can forgive him.”
“I have forgiven him, the first, second, and hundredth time he apologized. It’s the things he said I can’t forget.”
“Grace—”
“Nick, do you really want to talk about my argument with my brother?”
“No.” He sighs. “I’d like to know more about where you slept and what you’re wearing.”
A thrill slides up my spine, and warmth spread through me at his tone. “I slept in your bed like you asked.”
“And what are you wearing?”