Hazel throws her napkin at him and they both start laughing. The conversation around the table turns to baby names—Luca’s suggestion:Luca—and Hayden suggests several names from the fantasy romance series he and Darcy love.
“You knew she was pregnant,” Tate says quietly to me.
How can he tell? “She’d order drinks at the bar and switch themwith Rory’s when no one was looking. She stopped eating meat. And she was tired all the time.”
He nods to himself, with a low humming noise in his chest.
“Didyouknow?” Something tells me he did.
He presses his lips together. “I caught her snoozing at her desk the other week.”
I chuckle, and he smiles. Side by side, we survey the table of people talking and laughing, excited about the upcoming member of the Storm family.
Until it hits me, and my smile fades. If I fail at this deal I’ve struck with my dad, this could be so much worse.
“Yep,” Tate murmurs, like he just figured it out, too.
Rory needs to stay in Vancouver. Hazel needs to stay here because of her business, and it would kill him to be away from her and the baby.
Tate’s eyes linger on mine, the tip of his tongue brushing against his canine as he studies me, looking like he wants to say something.
“We need that Cup more than ever, Jordan.”
CHAPTER 30
TATE
“Dr. Greene was right,”I say to Jordan later, as the group lingers around the bar.
She gives me a quizzical look.
“About your bangs.” I gesture at them. “They do look nice.”
She blinks, frowning, and I regret saying that. I need to stop complimenting her, like I need to stop staring at her and thinking about her and wondering about her.
“Why do you call her that?” she asks.
“Dr. Greene?”
She nods. “Everyone calls her Georgia at work.”
“People often ignore women’s professional titles. Dr. Greene spent a long time in school and is excellent at what she does. It’s a sign of respect.”
Her eyes narrow and she studies me. I don’t like it. What’s she thinking?
“Jordan.” Her father appears between us, looking at her with a pleasantly surprised expression.
Her throat works. “Hi.”
He nods at me. “Tate. Looking dapper as always.”
“Thank you, Ross.”
He turns to Jordan and his eyes soften. “And you look very beautiful, Jordan.”
She stares at something behind him. “Thanks.”
A tense silence lingers.
