“It takes two people to make a baby,Lucas.”
“No shit.” Then in a low voice, he grumbled, “The last thing he needs or wants right now is to be adaddy.”
I folded my arms in front of the leather tank top I’d dug out of Sarah’s bag. It was pretty bad-ass and also pretty tight. “He should’ve thought about that before forgoing using acondom.”
“He would never have forgotten to suit up. And why the fuck are we discussing Liam and condoms?” Lucas’s jaw twitched. “He’s about to fucking duel an Alpha . . .Trustme, he doesn’t want to discuss diaper rashes andformula.”
“Well, it’s not like he has a choice.” I glanced over Lucas’s shoulder at our table. Thankfully, everyone was chatting again, even though the banter feltstilted.
Lucas grumbled something unintelligible, then looked over his shoulder at Liam. “I’m surprised he hasn’t picked up on ityet.”
Of course, the instant he said that, Liam’s shoulders tensed. Had he heard our discussion or the stirring of life in Tamara’s womb? He rocketed up so fast his chair skidded and toppled over. After setting it back on its legs, he looked toward us, froze, but then shook himself out of his stupor. Tamara’s face paled as he leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Even though I stood at a distance from them, the tremors going through her body as she rose didn’t eludeme.
I chewed on my pinky’s nail, worried he was angry, but from what I could see of his face, it wasn’t anger . . . more like shock. He placed his hand on her elbow and steered her through the rowdy bar and then out onto thestreet.
Lucas started going after them, but I clapped his forearm. “Let thembe.”
“But—” He looked at me, then at the glass door, then back atme.
“They need to talk. Let themtalk.”
Matt had gotten up now, too. Instead of traipsing after Liam, he came to us. “What the hell’shappening?”
Since Lucas’s mouth was gaping, but not moving otherwise, I said, “Tamara’spregnant.”
Matt’s green eyes rounded like frisbees. “No. . .”
“Yeah,” Isaid.
“Was thatyour—”
“Big secret?Yeah.”
“Whoa.”
“Yeah.”
Cole made his way to us, but August didn’t. As Matt filled in his brother, I weaved myself through the thickening crowd toward the shifter who had his back to me and climbed onto the barstool Cole hadvacated.
“You’re still angry with me, aren’t you?” Iasked.
August’s gaze skimmed over my face, then over the black leather encasing my upper body, before returning to one of the TVs over the bar. Instead of answering my question, he asked, “Had a nicedinner?”
His tone made me smile. “You sound like you hope it was awful.” This won me a piercing side-eye. “What aboutyou?”
“We haven’t had our foodyet.”
“I’m sure Kelly’s working extra hard to fix that, or maybe she hasn’t brought it over to extend yourvisit.”
“What’s that supposed tomean?”
I crossed my legs and spun on the barstool so that I was facing the TV too. “Didn’t you have a fling withher?”
I felt his gaze trace my profile, linger on my chin . . . or was it my mouth? “I’m surprised this bothers youconsidering. . .”
“Considering?”
“Considering how you’re not interested inme.”
