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He blinks like he’s trying to wrap his head around all the information, then sighs, as if resigned to the confusion. “How far along are you?”

My chest tightens at the thought. “I don’t actually know that I’m pregnant.”

Eyes wide, he snaps his head up. “What?”

I hold up a hand. “I haven’t taken a test yet. But I haven’t gotten my period since March so…”

I let the words hang between us.

“It’s May now. So we should go get a test.” The words are earnest, even.

I can’t help but shake my head, confused by how okay he seems. Yeah, he’s surprised, but he’s not freaking out. “We?”

“We did get into this together, right? So we should probably go to the store and confirm that we’re reallyin thistogether.”

Lips pursed, I study him. The boy with the messy hair, a cocky smirk, and one hell of a smolder. The man who flirts incessantly—with me and probably every other woman he comes across in Boston and during all his travels.

The playboy who earned that nickname fair and square.

And yet here he is, looking at me with a warmth in his eyes and kindness in his voice, offering to take me to the drugstore so he can be there for me while I take a pregnancy test.

“You’re not who I thought you were,” I say softly, heart aching. They’re probably some of the strongest words I’ve ever offered to anyone.

I don’t trust easily, and I’m rarely wrong in my judgments.

And in this moment, I hope I’m right in believing that Daniel Hall may not make the worst father after all.

TWELVE

HANNAH

Never in mylife has anything been more awkward than walking up and down the aisles of Walgreens with my bestie’s twin brother, looking for pregnancy tests.

Let me set the scene.

By some miracle, Daniel snuck me out of the bar. He texted Camden Snow and had him snag his jacket—and the keys and wallet inside it. I texted the girls and let them know I was heading out.

The only bump in the road we came to was the moment when Camden saw me in all my walk-of-shame glory, waddling down the hall, trying to keep Daniel’s juices from free flowing down my leg.

Yeah, he knew precisely what I was doing. That was evidenced by the way he eyed me up and down, then turned to Daniel and nodded, a smile on his face, and muttered, “Nice.”

No. Not nice, Baby Snow. Nothing about this is nice.

God, I might have to stop calling the boys Baby anything if I actually have a freaking baby.

Anyway…

It took a minute to find the correct aisle—much to my shock, neither one of us has ever had to do this before—and now we’re staring at a wall of pregnancy test options.

“This one tells you how far along you are,” he says, squinting at the back of a purple box.

If it were up to me, I’d snag a couple and bolt. This is mortifying. We barely know each other, and we’re shopping for pregnancy tests.

How is this my life?

But Daniel picks up a second box, this one pink, his movements languid and easy.

“This one claims it can detect pregnancy five days before the others.” He hums to himself as he considers the two boxes, one in each hand.

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