Zara's POV
Lily answered on the first ring.
"I need you to come over," I said. "Now. And don't tell anyone you're coming."
She didn't ask questions. Twenty minutes later she was sitting on my couch with her coat still on, watching me pace my apartment like a caged animal.
"You're scaring me," she said.
I stopped walking and turned to face her. "I'm pregnant."
Her face went through three expressions in two seconds. Shock, calculation, then the particular steel that meant she had already shifted into protection mode.
"Okay," she said. "When did you find out?"
"Last week. The father is Cole Mercer. My boss. We met at a hotel bar before I started the job. Neither of us knew."
Lily didn't speak for a long moment. Then she stood up, walked to my kitchen, poured herself a glass of water,
