Page 33 of The Complication with the Best Man

“How do you think your parents will react?” He brings a forkful of eggs to his mouth.

“Honestly? Not well. They’ll probably see my unplanned pregnancy as another sign that I’m their screwup child.” I cut into my waffles. My stomach has been pretty good the last couple of days, so I plan to take full advantage while I can.

He frowns. “They think you’re a screwup?”

I shrug, concentrating on my blueberries oozing out of the waffles. “They’ve never come out and said that, but they don’t have to. I am, especially compared to my brother.”

He finishes chewing a bite of toast. “What’s the deal with your brother?”

“Do you follow professional baseball? He plays for the Chicago Colts.”

He stills with his fork halfway to his mouth. “Wait. Your brother is Easton Bailey?”

I’m not surprised that he knows him. Easton’s team might have played like shit this year, but my brother is the best shortstop in the league. “The one and only.”

He nods, trying to act as if he’s not impressed.

“Anyway, I’ve always felt like I didn’t fit into the box my parents hoped for me and…” What the heck am I doing confiding in Finn as though we’re on a date or something? “It doesn’t matter. The point is that I’m dreading the disappointment I’m sure will be on their faces when they find out.”

Finn reaches out over the table and squeezes my wrist. “Maybe it will go better than you expect.”

He’s trying to be supportive, but I really wish he’d stop touching me. It makes it too easy for my mind to blur the lines.

“Thanks.” I pull my arm away, and he retracts his hand.

“If you want to wait until I come back, I can go with you when you tell them.”

“You’d do that?”

His forehead wrinkles. “Of course. I’m not gonna lie. I’m scared as shit, but for you, I’ll be there.”

I give him a small smile. That’s really nice of him. “I appreciate it, but I think it’s better if I do it alone.”

He nods and digs back into his breakfast.

“Do you plan on telling your parents?” I bring a bite of my waffle to my mouth.

“Hadn’t really thought of it yet to be honest. I’m more worried what I’m going to say to Tamra.” He cringes.

Suddenly, my hunger disappears.

We’re both quiet for a while, in our own heads while we eat.

I’m glad Finn knows, and he’s taken it better than I expected—or at least he’s putting up a great front—but I feel terrible for how upset this will make Tamra. Broken up or not, no woman wants to hear about her new fiancé sleeping with another woman while they were on a break.

We make idle chitchat for the remainder of breakfast, and when we’re finished, we slide out of the booth.

“Oh wait. You left this at the cabin, so I brought it for you.” I hand him the baseball hat he was wearing yesterday.

“Thanks.” He takes it and slides it onto his head backward.

I don’t know what it is about the look that he has going on right now with his hoodie and the backward baseball cap, but he looks so hot that the space between my thighs buzzes.

I clear my throat. I cannot be attracted to this man. Not only is he engaged, but he’s the father of my unborn baby. Things between us need to be simple, not an even bigger tangled mess.

“All right, well this is kind of awkward…” I swear his cheeks pinken as we make our way out of the diner onto the sidewalk.

“More awkward than your pregnant one-night stand planning your wedding to another woman?” I chuckle.

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