Joanne reclined on the couch, absentmindedly brushing her hand over her still-flat belly. After a brief pause, she grabbed her phone, steeling herself to call Zane.
After all, he was the baby's father. He had every right to know about the pregnancy.
Maybe she could even cut a deal with him for custody? If she promised not to mess up his life, maybe he'd agree to it, right?
But just as Joanne was about to hit dial, Ethan's name lit up her screen.
Crap. She'd been so buried in work that she'd totally spaced on calling him.
Now that he was calling, he was probably demanding answers.
Joanne took a deep breath and answered the call.
But to her shock, Ethan wasn't calling to grill her. Instead, he asked if she had time to join him for dinner that evening.
His voice was so soft it threw J
