I bet she also knew what Augustdrank.
After we’d ordered food, Liam said, “Heard Matt made you run twelve miles thismorning.”
“Twelve? Felt closer toforty.”
Liamchuckled.
Even though the music was getting progressively louder, making conversation was surprisingly easy. This could’ve been due to the number of beers we’d put away. Kelly seemed way nicer toward the end of the meal. Especially when she delivered three extra orders offries.
I probably overindulged, because my stomach was as hard as a pool ball. I caught Liam looking at the hand I held against my abdomen, before twisting around andscowling.
Iturned.
It wasn’t the hedonistic meal that was causing the stomachcramps.
Sitting at the bar with Cole wasAugust.
And taking his order was Kelly, who suddenly didn’t look especially pleasantanymore.
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“Hey, Cole’s here!”Amanda bellowed loudly. She waved to get hisattention.
I spun my almost empty beer bottle between my index and middle fingers, contemplating ordering anotherdrink.
If they came over to the table, I’d definitely needanother.
They didn’t come over, but a couple minutes later, two girls showed up: Tamara and Sienna. Lucas grabbed some chairs from a neighboring table and scooted them around ours. Where Sienna smiled at me, Tamara didn’t even glance myway.
I caught Lucas sniffing the air. Even though Tracy’s was riddled with smells that ranged from bacon grease and tangy barbecue sauce, to perspiration and pungent perfumes, I felt like Lucas, who was a tracker, would detect the baby growing in Tamara’s womb. When his black eyebrows jotted up and his gaze narrowed on Tamara’s midsection, I took it he’d figured it out. He cast a glance in Liam’s direction, but our Alpha was busy laughing at something Sienna was saying. I stared at Lucas steadily until his gaze met mine. Blinking, he shot to his feet and came around thetable.
“We’ll be right back,” Lucas said as I gotup.
We walked toward the pool tables where the noise level had grown almostdeafening.
“What the fuck?” Lucassnapped.
“You’re going to have to give me some more to go on, because I’m not sure how to answer that question. Was it even aquestion?”
He growled a little. “Youknew?”
“I . . .inadvertentlyfoundout.”
He scraped his hand through his chin-length black hair. “Fuck.”
“We shouldn’t be making a scene,Lucas.”
“Not making a scene? She’s fucking pregnant!” he whisper-hissed.
“Keep your voice down. Besides, maybe it’s not hisbaby.”
“Tamara hasn’tbeenwith anyoneelse.”
I didn’t ask how he knewthat.
Concern, anger, and disbelief contorted all of his features. I wasn’t sure what warranted the anger. “He’s going to befurious.”
He was speaking as though it was all Tamara’sfault.
