Macy reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “Anything I can do to help, just say the word.”
“Thank you. But I’m on it. This week, no matter what, Annette is getting the news.”
* * *
Josh called that night—just to check on her, he said. “You let me know if you need anything.”
That made her laugh. “Like what, exactly?”
“I don’t know. Lenore always needed things—gallons of Neapolitan ice cream. Endless tins of Almond Roca.”
“Not a fan of Neapolitan. I’m more a Rocky Road kind of girl. In fact, I’ve got a carton of Rocky Road in the freezer, so I’m ready any time the need strikes. And so far, no cravings for Almond Roca. But I’ll keep you posted.”
“You’d better—and by the way,” he said. “Thanks for the ultrasound pictures.”
“You’re welcome.” She’d sent him the images via email that morning. “Not that you can see much at eight weeks—like a bean with a heartbeat.”
“I’m looking at them right now,” he said. “I vaguely remember what it is I’m seeing…”
“Right. From the first pictures of Shane…”
“Yep. That’s the baby in the bubble. And the gray outer area is the, uh…wait a minute. I’ve got it. The gestational sac…”
“That’s right,” she said. “I’m impressed.”
“And the next ultrasound is…when?”
“First Monday in May.”
“I want to be there for that.”
It struck her anew. They were having a baby together. And he really must have meant what he said yesterday morning. He was going to be involved, a hands-on sort of dad.
Which was great. The baby deserved a good dad.
“Riley? Did I lose you?”
“I’m right here. And of course you should be at the ultrasound.It’ll be up at the hospital in Sheridan. I’ll text you the day and time. You can, uh, put it on your calendar.”
“Great. And by the way, I lied. I didn’t just call to check on you.”
Her stomach went swoopy. Was he going to ask to see her alone? She’d kind of assumed that as soon as she let him know about the baby, the fling would finished. She’d told herself that was for the best… But did she want it to end? Really?
No, she did not.
He said, “Wednesday is Shane’s big day…”
Okay. Well, maybe this wasn’t about the two of them and their secret affair, after all.
She piped up too brightly, “Wish him a happy birthday from me.”
“Well, that’s just it. I was wondering, can you and Dillon come over for pizza around five on Wednesday?”
“To celebrate, you mean?”
“Yeah, but it’s not a party, not a big deal. I’m serious. No presents.”
“You sound so stern when you say that,” she teased as she told herself how relieved she was that he hadn’t brought up their secret fling.
