“What about Havoc? Do you think he would be able to forgive me?”
“Greer, this wouldn’t be about forgiveness. It would be about trust.”
That’s even worse. “He’s never going to trust me again.”
“This is all about Havoc, isn’t it?”
I stab the cake Cordelia worked so hard to make perfect. “Yes.”
“Did you cheat on him?”
Cheat? Ewww. “How could you think that after Darrel cheated on me?”
“We’re talking about losing trust. There’s nothing that loses a man’s trust faster and more permanently than cheating on him.”
“Never. I would never sink so low as to cheat on someone.” I can’t even understand how someone could ever do that. Why? All you have to do is tell them it’s over.
“Well, if you didn’t kill someone, and you didn’t cheat on him, I don’t see what could possibly be that bad.”
It’s worse. “Maybe I should just sell my house and move to Antarctica? Who cares that penguins stink so bad they make you want to cry and throw up in your mouth a little bit.”
“You do have a flair for the dramatic.”
“Me? Never. Maybe. That’s more of Cordelia’s thing. I’m more of the wild one…or I was until I got married and lost myself. I think I’m finally finding myself, and a man who’s sweet enough to like me just the way I am, and we aren’t even going to make it to the first date. His kisses…poets need to write about the way Havoc kisses, and we’re going to break up before we make it to our first official date.”
“I really don’t need an in-depth description of Havoc’s kissing technique. Couldn’t you have called one of your girlfriends?”
Who? They’d all tell Winnie before I could blink. Who would end up giving Havoc the third degree in some underground bunker. She might waterboard him if he doesn’t give her the answers she wants. “Nope. Plus, you know Havoc better. You’re his friend. You’d know how he would respond. Not to mention you’re a man.”
“Men don’t like to hear about other men kissing their women. Unless beer is involved. And most of those are so exaggerated that they don’t even come close to resembling the truth. They’re like that fish they caught that broke a world record, but wasn’t in reality big enough to fry up for dinner. So no. I don’t want to hear about you and Havoc kissing.”
“Fine. As long as you know he’s the best at it.”
“Point acknowledged. Can we move on to the actual issue at hand?”
No.
Yes.
Just get it over with. “Maybe I should call Cordelia, and she could say it. No one would get mad at The Cake Lady.”
“Greer.”
Fine. “Impregnant,” I whisper into my hand so that no one around us can hear.
“What did you say?”
“Impregnant.”
“What? I thought you said—”
“I’m pregnant.”
All the color drains from Bram’s face.
“I’m pregnant.”
“Is it Havoc’s?”
