(Sabrina’s POV)
I glance back at Sophia's building, guilt gnawing at my stomach.
She looked awful. Pale and drawn, one hand pressed to her stomach like she might be sick at any moment. And here I am, leaving her alone to go to dinner with a man I'm still not sure how I feel about.
Some best friend I am.
"Mom, stop worrying." Jake's voice pulls me from my thoughts. "Aunt Sophia said she'll be fine."
"I know, baby. I just feel bad leaving her when she's not feeling well."
"She'll feel bad if we cancel. She was really, really excited about us having this dinner. Right, Mr. Jason?”
Ethan's car is parked in front of the building, and he's leaning against the driver's side door in a dark cashmere sweater that makes him look less like a CEO and more like a very handsome, very capable fa…
