That’s all it takes to put my heart in my throat. I can feel my pulse in mywrists and temples as I drag her toward the couch. “Sit down.”
“I don’t want to sit down.”
Surprisingly, she listens. She lets me steer her to a seat, though she keepschewing on the inside of her cheek the entire time.
“Talk to me. How do you know him?”
“I don’t know him. Not really. Not anymore.”
If I weren’t so impatient to get this story out of her, I might’ve smiled.“You’re carrying my baby, Wren. You’ve also made fast friends with myfake future wife. Like it or not, we’re going to be spending a lot of timetogether. We may as well get to know each other.”
She squints at me suspiciously. “I’ll remind you of that the next time I wantto know something about
