Sharon emerged then with our iced teas and asked if we wanted to order anything. My appetite seemed to have deserted me, but Persephone came to the rescue and said we’d like to split an order of bruschetta while we made up our minds.
“So, what is it, Kara?”
There was no way to say it easily. I blurted, “I’m pregnant.”
That revelation obviously shocked Persephone. Her hazel-green eyes widened, and she sat silent for a moment before venturing, “How is that possible? I mean, you’ve only been with Lance a few days, and even Grayson….”
She trailed off, and I said, “According to the test, I’m about three weeks along. Never mind that three weeks ago, my only s****l partner was a vibrator, and I’m pretty sure those don’t go around knocking people up.”
Persephone’s cheeks flushed, but she repl
