Page 86 of Whispered Sins

“Of course, he was, and he probably couldn’t keep his hands or eyes off of you.”

“He was totally inappropriate when I was trying to do business. It was like he was jealous or something.”

“No duh.” Monica rolled her eyes.

“Well, we got into an argument over that and then it led to an even more heated argument about the baby and us.”

“And then it led to…”

“Mind-blowingly good makeup sex,” I said, covering my face with my hands.

“Of course, it did. You guys are like a walking, talking romance novel.”

“Yeah, except I don’t get the happy ending.”

“What are you talking about? The guy is clearly into you and you’re having a baby together. And that baby is going to be born into the poshest life. It’s like a modern day Cinderella story. Just with morning sickness and cravings for jalapenos.”

“I don’t care about all of that.” I shook my head. “Not when the man I was starting to see a future with turned out to be a big, fat liar.”

“What are you talking about?” she asked, scooching closer.

“After we, you know…” I paused.

“Had sex…” finished Monica.

“Yes, well, we came back down to the silent auction and I overheard him saying some ugly things.”

“Like what?”

“About how he wasn’t into marriage or the white picket fence thing. About how he didn’t want to be tied down.”

“What the actual hell?” screeched Monica.

“I know.”

“Then what’s all this for?” she asked, waving her hand around the room.

“I’ve been ignoring him, but he doesn’t know why. He doesn’t know I heard what he said. I ran out of there as fast as I could.”

“Sheesh. I’m so sorry, Heart. What a mess.”

“I know…”

She stood up from the couch and slapped her thighs. “Well, what can I do to help? Should we start unboxing all of this?”

“I can’t keep it,” I said, shaking my head.

“Like hell you can’t. It’s not like you’re going to use store credit at Bloomingdales or Bergdorf Goodman on yourself. You’re going to need all of this for your baby. I say, keep it.”

She had a point.

“Okay,” I said hesitantly. “But I’m not ready to open anything. It feels too soon. Too real.”

Monica nodded. “Right, well, I’ll just push it all to the back wall.”

“I’ll help.”

“Nope. No heavy lifting. You sit and relax.”

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