CHERYL POV
I stared at the woman as she turned to leave but stopped mid-stride to press a hand to her bulging stomach, her eyes casting a quick hungry look around the shop. Without another word, she exited the shop.
As soon as she left, my eyes fell on the remaining uneaten bagel as a thought went through my mind.
No, don't think about it, Cheryl.
I chewed on my lower lip as I contemplated my chances of the woman giving me the brush off.
"Oh, for f**k's sake," I mumbled as I downed the rest of my coffee and swiped the bagel off the table.
A moment later, I was up and walking towards the door.
Once I was outside, I made a show of glancing around the parking lot to spot the woman, the carefully packaged bagel clutched in my hands.
Pivoting to my left, I caught sight
