Page 31 of He Loves Me Knot

“Okay.” Elle let out a slow breath. “I’m just not sure if it’s going to fit as well as it did at Christmas, and I need to try it on.”

Scanning her eyes, Liddy frowned.Why would it not fit?

Unless . . .

Liddy’s eyes widened. “Are you pregnant?” she hissed.

Elle nodded quickly.

Oh my God.

Liddy’s jaw dropped open, then she let out a muffled squeak. “Oh my God! Elle!”

I can’t believe this.Elle didn’t look any different.Except she’s a mom now. What! I can’t believe I’m going to be an aunt.

“Shhhhh,” Elle said. “We haven’t told Mom and Dad. Or Quinn’s parents. And we don’t want to tell them until after the wedding. They’ll take the news better that way. And I’m only like nine weeks along.”

How could her sister have kept this quiet for so long?

“Nine weeks!”

Callum and Quinn twisted their heads.

Quinn ducked his chin. He chuckled at Elle as they drew closer. “You told her, didn’t you?”

“She’s my sister. I had to.”

Liddy’s heart thudded in her chest. No wonder Elle seemed so emotional.And thank goodness I didn’t tell her about the dress.Stressing out a bride was bad enough. Stressing out a pregnant woman was much, much worse.

Thank God Callum stopped her from saying anything in the car.

“Told her what?” Callum asked as he opened the door to the bungalow.

Quinn drew Elle closer to him. “It’s all hush-hush still, but Elle is expecting.”

Callum grinned, then offered Quinn a hearty handshake. “That’s amazing. Congratulations.” He hugged Elle with such genuine enthusiasm that it almost stopped Lydia short in her tracks.

Callum really seems to care about Quinn and Elle.

She gritted her teeth. She sort of hated that fact. Hated that they loved him and vice versa. But right now, it might have to be their common ground if they were going to survive this trip.

Quinn and Elle hung by the door, holding hands.

God, Elle is glowing.

Liddy pushed her discomfort to the side. She didn’t want to take one ounce of happiness away from her sister right now, not if she could avoid it.

“We got married legally back home a couple of months ago because of the whole destination wedding thing, so technically this is a honeymoon baby, but in the meantime, we don’t want the parents freaking out. You know, especially with Mr. Fancy Pants over here being all aristocrat,” Elle told Callum. “So don’t tell anyone.”

Callum nodded. “The British aristocracy is hardly in a position to pass judgment, but you know you can trust me.”

Really?

Yet both Elle and Quinn really seemed to.

“We’ll let you two settle in. We have a few more family members coming in the next half hour, so we want to make sure everything is ready for them,” Quinn said. They said their goodbyes and left, closing the bungalow door behind them.

Their absence was a vacuum in the brightly lit room. Liddy took in the room that would be her “home” for the next week. The walls were yellow, the trim around the windows was the same wood as outside, and there were frilly lace curtains over the windows. Simple, but not elegant.It could honestly do with some work.Not that she’d tell Callum that. Elle was right—there wasn’t much space here. And the bed looked small.

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