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“Don't tell me we’re opening up to the public,” Krista groaned.

Oliver scoffed. “Hell, no. We’ve had a long day. Our regulars can wait until tomorrow night to come and drink.”

“Thank God,” Raoul breathed, and I laughed a little.

We’d made almost six-hundred dollars each, and I was over the moon. It was going right into my savings so that eventually, I could start a new life anywhere but here.

“Lexie, can I talk to you?” Oliver asked as I started to get ready to leave.

“Not tonight,” I said firmly. “Gotta get home.”

“Lex, please?—”

Luckily, I had already called Gillian to come and pick me up, so she was waiting when I walked outside. I’d left, not even giving Oliver a second glance. I wasn’t ready to talk to him. I wasn’t ready to forgive him.

And I knew that looking into his soulful eyes, hearing his words, I would cave.

Chapter 26

Oliver

Icouldn’t help but feel depressed over the situation with Lexie.

How could I tell her how I felt, how sorry I was, if she wouldn’t talk to me? I moped around the house for the next week, only leaving to go and check in on Lexie during her shifts at the Pig.

I pretended to be helping out behind the bar, or back in the office doing paperwork, but in reality, I was just watching her. I paid attention to the way she moved, to see if she was getting too tired. I was worried about her and the baby.

Not to mention, I was madly in love with her and needed her desperately.

“Daddy, why are you sad?” Trent asked me when I came in from work and got him settled for dinner.

He looked up at me with wide eyes as he ate his chicken nuggets.

“I’m not...” I started, but then I realized he clearly was picking up on my mood, and I needed to be honest with him. I’d always taught Trent not to be like me, not to pushdown his emotions until he blew up. It was a flaw in myself I’d always disliked. “Actually, I am a little sad,” I admitted.

“Why?”

“Because I lost a friend.”

“Where did they go?” he asked incredulously, and I couldn’t help but bark out a surprised laugh.

“Well, they didn’t actually go anywhere, they just don’t want to be my friend anymore.”

“That is sad,” he said glumly. “Maybe you can make up with them? When me and Aiden aren’t friends anymore, I just say I’m sorry. And then we’re friends again.”

Aiden was his best friend from summer camp who he kept in close contact with.

I smiled, ruffling Trent’s hair. “I’m going to try that. Thank you for the advice, kiddo.”

Trent grinned. “You’re welcome.”

I hesitated. Was it the right time to tell him about his new little brother or sister? I decided it was. It would cheer him up, at least.

“I have some news for you, Trent.”

“News?” he looked up at me blankly.

“You’re going to have a little brother or sister,” I told him quietly, and Trent’s eyes widened.

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