Page 91 of Worth Risking It

I snorted, pretending like we were still somewhat estranged. Rolling my eyes, I picked up my fork and stabbed at my fish. “Like Mr. Attitude tells me anything.”

He chuckled and took a drink of his white wine. “Well, it seems like she isn’t ready to be a mother, so she wants to give the baby up for adoption.”

I gasped, batting my lashes. “She can’t do that.”

“She’s about to learn that, too,” he snorted, cutting a piece of broccoli. “No way in hell Wyatt’s gonna let that kid go.”

I sank back in my chair and took another bite. “You think he’ll be okay raising that baby on his own?”

He shrugged. “We’ll be here. He won’t be alone.”

A genuine smile tugged at my mouth, the tines of my fork flaking the skin on my fish. Milo really did love Wyatt like a brother. It was moments like this when the guilt finally edged its way into my conscious.

Resting the sides of his forearms to the table, he gazed over at me, his head tipped. “We’ll have to do some renovations on his apartment.”

Confused, I squinted. “What do you mean?”

“To make a nursery. You think that front room, off his living room will work?”

Thinning my squint further, I acted perplexed. “I’ve only been up there like once or twice. I can’t remember what his place looks like.”

His chewing slowed, a cloud casting over his gray pools. “I saw you coming down the stairs just a couple days ago.”

Acting like I was trying to recollect, I was lowkey panicking. He saw me? I had no idea.

“I mean, I’ve been up there a few times to knock on his door to tell him dinner’s ready, but I’ve never gone inside, other than when we first bought this place.”

Inch by inch, he sat up straight, his lips drawn taut. “You couldn’t just text or call him?”

Crossing my legs and shaking my foot, I pouted. “When you’re home, Wyatt silences me and avoids me at all costs.” Wrinkling my face and bobbing my head side to side, I spoke with a mocking tone. “Your hubby’s home, I don’t have to babysit no more.”

He chuckled and began to relax, sipping his wine. “I thought for sure you two had made peace.”

My shoulder rolled and I dragged out my fake pout. “I mean, once in a while, we have a moment where we forget we hate one another. For the most part,” I sighed, stabbing a piece of fish. I hastily scraped my teeth over the fork and grumbled around the food. “We keep our distance as much as possible.”

“Hm. That’s disappointing.”

“I dunno. I think it’s fine the way it is.”

He chomped down on another piece of vegetable, eyeing me. “So, this Melinda chick. You’ve met her a couple times. What’s she like?”

Pursing my lips, I put my foot on the floor and took another bite. “I mean, she was all right, I guess. She was quiet. A little moody. Nice and polite. Smart.”

“She good looking?”

I froze and lifted a brow to sneer. “Is there a reason you want to know if Wyatt’s ex-girlfriend is attractive?”

A mischief grin curled his mouth, his eyes sparkling wickedly. “Fucking hell, you’re sexy when you’re jealous.”

My brows lifted as I took a swift inhale through my nose. Straightening my spine, I knocked my bangs aside and said, “Not jealous, curious.”

“Curious? I was just wanting to know if this kid is going to be good looking or do we need to be worried.”

Sneering, I scoffed and growled, “When have you ever seen Wyatt with anything that didn’t belong in a lingerie catalog? Of course, she was flawless and gorgeous.”

“Oh my god,” he chortled, his fork rattling to the plate. “You’re jealous of her.”

“I am not!” I wheezed, truly caught off guard by his statement.