“Pregnant?” I frowned, drawing both attention to me.
A crease formed between Trish's brows, while Cassie glared, but both stood.
“Rachel?”
“What the hell?” Cassie sneered. “Were you eavesdropping?”
“I have better things to do, okay?” I eyed her. “Are you really pregnant?” For who? Drex?
“No. And even if I were, it's none of your business.” Her arms folded over her chest, only increasing my irritation.
“That's enough, Cassie.” Trish said, then turned to me. “What a surprise. I don't think you're here to greet your mother.”
“No, definitely not.” I stepped forward, keeping my shoulders squared. “Tell me what the f**k you told Richard.”
“What?”
“Don't act like you don't understand, Trish.” My voice was sharp. “The day at the hospital. What exactly did you tell him that's made him cha
