“I mean, she kept it from me for this long,” I say.
“But she loves you,” Andrew says with a small smile.
“Does she?” I ask, taking the bottle straight from the bartender’s hand before he can even set it in front of me.
“Come on, Dom. You guys have an unorthodox thing going, for sure. But everyone knows how you two feel about each other. Hell, the people who really know you, aka yours truly, saw it even before you guys did. I don’t think she would do that.”
“Then why wouldn’t she tell me she’s pregnant?” I snap.
Andrew keeps his cool. “Just a guess? She’s afraid. This whole thing is nuts. I bet she was just waiting for the right time.”
“When would that be?” I ask.
“Exactly. You know, I’m going to say something bold here,” he tells me.
“Of course you are. Change your mind about thatI told you so?” I ask.
“Nope,” he answers. “I’m going out on a limb and recommend that you talk to her. Listen to what she has to say. Maybe she has a good reason.”
“A good reason for hiding the pregnancy from me?” I snarl.
“Maybe. She could be worried you’d talk to her like you’re talking to me right now,” he suggests. I bite my lip with an angry nod. “Dom. I’m your best friend, am I not?”
“It’s debatable right now,” I mutter stubbornly. As usual, Andrew ducks around my verbal assaults.
“I wouldn’t be saying this if I thought she was trying to use you. And trust me, I am skeptical of most women who fawn over you. They all wear rose-colored glasses and dollar signs in their eyes. But not Mila. Mila cares about you. More than that. She loves you. It’s obvious.”
“The only thing that’s obvious to me right now is that she didn’t tell me she is carrying my child, a minor detail that derailed my entire plan.”
“Still on the plan, I see,” he mumbles.
I’m about to rip into him when a hand claps my shoulder hard enough to push me forward on my stool. I whip around to find Rafe standing there, and my scowl deepens clear to my skull.
“Wolfe. Convenient running into you here,” he says.
“I forgot to mention Shaeffer recently became my neighbor,” Andrew says.
“Upstairsneighbor,” Rafe clarifies. “I bought the suite.”
“Is there a reason you are touching me right now?” I ask. “Or do I need to remove your hand myself?”
“Someone’s in a bad mood,” he chuckles. “I would be too in your situation.”
I shove myself off the stool and stand level with him.
“What are you referring to?” I ask.
“Your little wedding sham? The attempt to get daddy’s money to pay for your Golden Rule bid?” he says. I am about to rearrange his face. If we weren’t in a public place, I would.
“It’s not his money,” I snap. “It’s mine.”
“If you get married,” he says. “Smart idea considering the baby and everything.”
How the fuck…
My brain is running laps trying to connect dots, but Rafe’s voice blurs out the logic in my head. It’s hard to think clearly when you’re seeing red.
“Listen. I sympathize with your situation, Dom. I really do. And because of that, I’m going to make you a deal.”
