Chapter Nine.
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Zoe's voice became calm, her voice too casual. “Oh, you know… Something about love and how you can’t tell Theo about, you know–” She paused dramatically, her gaze sharp as she tilted her head. “Your unborn baby.”
I forced a laugh. “I must have been drunk out of my mind.”
“You were,” she agreed. “But were you lying? Am I going to be godmother?”
I swallowed, trying to play it cool. “Of course. Come on, Zo, do I look pregnant?”
She leaned in, her eyes squinted slightly as if assessing me. “Mmm. I don’t know.
.Maybe a little glow? A suspicious hand over your stomach?”
I quickly moved my hand away and rolled my eyes. “You’re ridiculous and such a kid.”
She smirked. “Am I?”
“Yes.”
Zoe stared at me for a long second before sighing dramatically. “Fine, I’ll drop it
