Page 124 of The Hookup
“I don’t want you to break your water.”
Savannah chuckled. “It’s fine. It’ll save the doctor inducing me.”
The mood lightened a little, giving Kay the spurt of courage she needed. “I never went on the man-free diet.”
“I had a feeling.”
“Am I that transparent?”
“You have a tell. You avoided me.”
“I was genuinely busy.”
“It never stopped you when you were halfway across the world,” Savannah replied. “We talked more when you were in Hong Kong than we have living in the same city.”
Kay’s mouth opened. “Shit,” she said. Savannah was right.
“Plus, I have a sixth sense about you and these things. So…”
Kay relaxed. Her shoulders easing down slightly as the tension oozed out of her tight muscles. “You never said anything?”
“I knew you’d say something when the time was right, and when I saw you well up at the baby shower, I knew it had to be something big, something even you couldn’t bring yourself to talk about. Maybe even…” her words trailed off, and Savannah stared at her, “Maybe it might be something you were ashamed about.”
Freaking hell. Savannah did have a sixth sense about these things.
“Tell me it’s not Dean.”
Kay tilted her chin up. “Dean?” Her lips twisted, and then she pressed them together. “It’s not Dean.” She noted the relief on Savannah’s face.
“Why would you think it’s Dean?”
“Because he always had a way of reeling you back in.”
“It’s not Dean,” she said, firmly.
“Thank heaven for small mercies.”
Kay blinked, wondering how to start explaining how she had ended up here. Why—after being used by Dean, and being thrown to the side by Xavier—why she would then choose to go after a man who had warned her from the start that he was not looking for a relationship.
“Someone from work?” Savannah asked. “Is that why you’re leaving?”
“No,” she replied quickly. “God, no. Nobody from work.”
“Someone I know?”
“Yes.”
Savannah looked worried.
“It was at your wedding, in the evening at the reception.” Kay replied, slightly confused, and trying to read Savannah’s expression. She had been anticipating a shaking of her head, and exasperation, not this. Not a dour face, expecting the worst.
“At our wedding,” Savannah sighed, as if it had been the worst day of her life. She lowered her gaze to her knee, and it was a few seconds before she was able to say anything. In those few seconds, Kay’s insides bobbed up and down furiously, as if she’d been on a rollercoaster ride. “Xavier,” she said, huffing out a breath. “I thought I warned you about him.”
“Xavier?” Kay asked, incredulous.
“NotXavier?” Savannah looked curious, a small frown line appearing on her brow. “Then who?”
“Luke.”
