Or letting the whole town know what had happened.
“Okay, girl. I got out of work early. My boss is going to make me do burpees just as a fun way to punish me, so this better be good.”
“Food first,” I said, flagging down Lizzy.
“No drinks?”
“Unfortunately, not.” I turned to Lizzy, ordering anything I could. “I need the fried chicken, French fries, deep-fried pickles, onion rings, and a Coke.”
She quirked an eyebrow at me. “Is that it?”
I thought over the order and added, “The mashed potatoes. Almost forgot that one.”
“And you?”
“Salad.”
When I glared at her, she shrugged. “What? It’s your crisis. Not mine.”
“Should only be a few minutes. Roy just dropped everything for the lunch rush.”
As she left, Cheyenne hit me with a desperate plea. “So, what is this all about?”
“I don’t even know where to start. I’m still shaking.”
“Oh my God. You’re pregnant!” she shouted, earning several looks from the early lunch rush.
“Seriously? It’s been like a week and a half.”
“Sorry, but you rushed me out of work and you’re ordering a shit ton off the menu. What was I supposed to think?”
“That I had something important to tell you. Not for you to announce to the whole damn bar that I’m pregnant.”
“Sorry, I just got excited. I’ve always wanted to be an aunt. You know, show off my little girl in all the prettiest clothes, but then hand her back when she pukes.”
“Well, that’s not happening. Besides, how would I even know?”
“Maybe you already missed your period.”
“I can’t even talk to you when you say these ridiculous things,” I muttered.
“Well, if you’re not pregnant,” she said loudly, winking at me when she gathered everyone’s attention, “then what did you call me down here in a rush for?”
I slapped her, shushing her at the same time. “You’re not helping things.”
“Well, I had to dispel any rumors.”
God, sometimes I wished I had a different friend.
“So, I was at work when Wyatt’s brother snuck up behind me.”
“The nice one or the evil one?”
“The evil one. And he started hitting on me, and he was?—”
“His usual creepy self.”
“Exactly. So, he backed me up against the car and yanked me toward him by my hair?—”
