Page 37 of Won’t Let You Get Away

I laugh and dodge her next playful smack. “Well, technically Noah was the one who talked with?—”

“Wait, Noah?” Pa suddenly appears next to us.

Crap.

Before I can gather the courage to tell my parents, Noah speaks up from behind me.

“Yes?” he asks.

Taking a deep breath, I resist the urge to turn around and face him while focusing on my parents instead. My dad stands with his arms crossed and a stern expression as he looks over myshoulder. My mom appears more elated than anything else, so I direct my attention towards her.

“Um, so funny thing,” I begin nervously, gesturing over my shoulder in Noah’s direction. “We actually met during the holidays at the same resort. We didn’t know each other or that he was so close to you guys at the time. But we ended up having a good time together and…he’s also the father of your grandbaby.” I rush through the last part.

My mom’s face lights up with joy while I can’t bring myself to face my dad yet. Instead, I finally turn to Noah.

“Hey,” I say awkwardly, feeling my cheeks heating up even more upon seeing him. Even in a basic outfit of jeans, a worn-down flannel shirt, and a backwards baseball cap, he still manages to look sexy.

“Hey there, Sugar,” he replies with a gentle smile before glancing over my shoulder. “It’s great to see you again, Mr. and Mrs.Jones.”

My dad remains silent but my mom wastes no time in responding warmly. She practically throws herself at Noah and hugs him tightly.

“Oh nonsense, no need for formalities anymore. You’re basically family now,” she exclaims happily.

At this point, I can’t tell whose cheeks are redder—mine or Noah’s.

“Okay,” I interject hastily, clearing my throat. “How about we save the family talk for another time, maybe not in the middle of the winery?”

“Of course, dear. We’ll let you two chat. Come on, honey,” my mom says, grabbing my dad’s arm and practically dragging him past Noah and I.

As they approach the door, my father pauses and looks back at me with concern in his eyes. Before I can say anything, Mapulls him away. Trying to shake off the feeling, I tuck my hair behind my ear and give Noah a small smile.

“Sorry,” I offer, not entirely sure why.

“No need to apologize,” Noah says simply. He stares at me for a moment before continuing, “How are you feeling today?”

Shifting on my feet, I respond truthfully. “Exhausted. But no headaches or nausea so far, which is a win.”

Noah frowns at my answer. “How much more work do you have today?”

“I have one more call and a walk through with Tuck after,” I shrug. He nods, but the crease between his brows remains.

“I won’t keep you. I just wanted to invite you over for dinner on Friday so we can talk about…everything.” He motions towards my stomach.

“I can do that,” I smile at him. My heart races—whether from nerves or excitement, I’m not sure. “What time?”

“Is six o’clock, okay?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Finally, Noah smiles too. He steps closer and leans down to place a kiss on my cheek before backing away quickly.

“I’ll see you Friday then.”

I nod, blushing like crazy as I head back to my office. Just as I sit down, my phone rings.

Looks like I’ll have to save overthinking that interaction for later.

Taking in a deep breath, I smirk and answer the phone.

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