"You don't look better."
My hands went straight to my hips as I scowled at him. "It's not nice to point out how a woman looks, Maverick."
At least he had the decency to look sheepish for what he said. "Sorry, that's not how I meant it."
I wasn't so sure about that, but I let it slide for the moment. "Do you plan on making it a habit to stop in when I work?"
"And if I said yes?"
"People are going to start talking if you do that."
Maverick shrugged. "So let them. It's not like you can keep it a secret forever."
Gah! I hated that he was right.
"Fine. Whatever. What can I get you?"
I took his drink and food order before stomping back into the kitchen only to be met by my grandmother.
"It's him, isn't it?"
I knew exactly what she meant, but I decided to play dumb anyway. "It's who?"
Clearly my grandmother didn't find me funny because she rolled her eyes the same way I did at Maverick.
"Maverick, dear. He's the father." She didn't exactly whisper it, so I had to look around to make sure no one was paying us anyattention. Luckily the only one in the kitchen was the cook, and he was too busy making food to pay us any mind.
"Keep your voice down. This is supposed to be a secret, remember."
"That wasn't a denial."
Leave it to my grandmother to call me out and make me feel like I was a teenager all over again.
"Yes, it's Maverick, but you can't say anything to him."
"He doesn't know," Grams gasped.
"Of course he knows," I snapped. "He just doesn't know that you know."
"Ohhhh."
My life was becoming more complicated by the minute. I couldn't keep up, and if what I read on the internet was true, it was only going to get worse with pregnancy brain.
"I need to get back to work but please don't say anything to Maverick until I've had the chance to tell him you know."
Grams shut her lips, zipped them up, and threw away the key.
All I could do was shake my head before I went back out to work.
There was no doubt in my mind things were about to blow up in my face.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Maverick
I walked into work the next day with a chip on my shoulder.
Jo was going to be the death of me. I could see yesterday how much it took out of her to work, and yet she refused to stop. If this was how she was going to be the entire pregnancy, the next nine months were going to be torture.
