Page 58 of Never Kiss and Tell

I almost choke on my champagne and that causes Lionel and Mawmaw to laugh.

“Mawmaw, I thought you had better judgement in friends?” a very, very familiar voice chimes. A strong body sidles up next to Mawmaw, an arm wrapping around her shoulders.

She jumps, surprised, but it’s quickly replaced with a look of utter adoration for her only grandson.

“My dear, sweet Charlie,” she gushes, reaching back to pat his cheek. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I wouldn’t miss out on seeing the prettiest girl in the world.”

Kiss ass.

Charlie looks up at me for a split second, then back down at his grandmother. My stomach does a flip the moment our eyes meet and I don’t have the decency to be embarrassed. After last night, it’s impossible not to stare.

“Really, though, this one will get you in trouble.”

“Pish posh,” Mawmaw waves. “I like this one.”

My heart warms and I stare pointedly at Charlie, who ignores me.

“Did you know your sister’s wedding dress is pink, not white?” Mawmaw asks, and I’m thankful for the change of subject, even if it is in scrutiny of Andi.

Charlie pauses for a moment and I can tell he doesn’t understand the meaning.

Mawmaw lowers her voice as a couple other older ladies join our table. “In my day, wearing any color but white on your wedding day signified that you were having premarital relations.”

For the first time since I had met him, I can see Charlie is uncomfortable. I chuckle at his expense, seeing his jaw tick.

“Well, you know how it is, nowadays,” Charlie grumbles, looking to me for backup. I raise my eyebrows, refusing to come to his aid.

“Bailey. I need you two,” Andi says, suddenly appearing at my side. She stops, her eyes narrowing on her brother. “This issupposed to be women-only.”

He simply shrugs. “Lionel’s here.”

“He’s basically a girl.”

She has him there.

Andi doesn’t give Charlie time to reply to her before she’s pulling me away.

“It was nice talking with you, Mawmaw,” I call over my shoulder and she smiles brightly, waving her fingers at me.

Andi tugs us into the house and it’s every bit as grand as the back yard. Tall ceilings, intricate plaster work, furniture that looks like it came straight from the estate sale of an eighteen hundreds millionaire’s house.

“What is wrong?” I ask Andi. She’s tugging me so hard she’s about to rip my arm out of the socket.

Andi pulls us into a small bathroom at the back of the house. “I didn’t want to do this here, but I couldn’t enjoy myself, not knowing.”

Lionel leans back against the closed door as Andi tugs open her small clutch and produces a pregnancy test.

“Shit. I should have stayed with Mawmaw,” he groans, turning his back.

“I need your support, guys,” Andi says, on the verge of tears.

“Hey,” I say, rubbing her back. “It’s okay. We’re here for you.”

Andi takes a shaky breath. “Okay.”

“Now, just get it over with so that way you know. Have you been feeling weird?”

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