“What?”
“Havoc and Rogue are best friends. They’re in the same motorcycle club. Didn’t you know that?”
Havoc definitely rides a motorcycle, and so does his son… “I do now.”
“It’ll be so nice. Whenever Rogue comes over to hang out with Havoc, we can meet up and chat.”
Cordelia smiles. “I still can’t believe your grumpy neighbor is the Silver Fox. That guy is SMOKING hot.”
“He isn’t that grumpy.”
“What?” Cordelia stares at me, examining my every expression.
“She likes Havoc. Can’t you tell? Every time one of us says his name, she smiles,” Dylan points out.
“I do not.”
“Dylan’s right. You do. Come clean, are you two dating?”
“No.” Absolutely not. “But I think he might want to.”
“Might? We need details. Don’t make me call Winnie to get them out of you.”
“There aren’t any details. We had a moment yesterday. That’s it, a single look. And I asked him to kiss me.”
“WHAT?” Cordelia shouts.
“No way did that man say no to you. Though I will say, Rogue made me work for our first kiss.”
“I kind of blurted it out. And like the gentleman he is, Havoc pretended not to hear it.”
“Oh, he heard.” Dylan grins. “I will warn you. Rogue went from zero to eighty in two point two seconds. So don’t be surprised if he goes from saying no to a kiss to handing you a ring. It seems to be a biker thing.”
A RING? “That isn’t going to happen. I just got divorced and…” I don’t know if I should tell her. “Can you keep a secret?”
Dylan leans in, and Cordelia smiles. She’s known for a while now.
Dylan nods.
“I’m pregnant.”
“What? No.” She looks at my belly, then at my face. “When did you get pregnant? I thought you’ve been divorced for several months?”
“I’m almost six months pregnant. I’m just not showing much. The women in my family don’t tend to gain much weight.” That might be because they diet, which I’m no longer doing.
“Wow. This is going to be interesting.” Dylan reaches for her beer. “I can’t wait to see what Havoc says when he finds out.”
Why didn’t I think of that? This relationship is over before it’s even begun.
***
How am I going to tell Havoc? Maybe I won’t have to. Maybe all of that was just my imagination.
Focus. Let tomorrow worry about itself. Creed needs his breakfast. Or second breakfast. I can’t believe that rascal conned me.
What should I make him this morning? Without the nutritionist's schedule, I feel kind of lost, yet free to explore at the same time.
Cinnamon rolls sound yummy.
