Nathan smirked. “Not being weird. Just factual. You f**k, you don't love. So what's the deal with this new fiancee…?”
That was a place Arthur didn't want to go. They might be friends, but they had boundaries over their personal lives.
So… Arthur just ignored him.
Maeve folded her arms tighter. “Was she sick or something?”
“Who?”
“Your fiancée.”
Arthur closed his eyes then shook his head. “No.”
“Then what if…” Maeve hesitated. “What if she’s pregnant?”
His eyes flew open and Maeve held his gaze.
“Have you even considered that?” “I mean,” she continued, more gently this time, “Have you EVEN considered that?”
Nathan sat up straighter, suddenly alert. “That's true! Why didn't I think of that?”
“She’s not… she can’t be… she wouldn’t—” Arthur couldn't even form a coherent sentence. H
