Page 31 of We Met Like This
“No, Audrey took me to brunch after.”
“Well, at least you got a meal with the insults.”
I snorted out a laugh.
“Oh!” She grabbed my arm. “Guess who else announced a pregnancy today?”
“Hopefully not you,” I said.
“I would tell you first, for sure.”
“Before Miles?”
“Is this Miles’s child?”
“I don’t know. Is it? Or is there someone else in the running for the title? Are you cheating on Miles?”
“I’m not cheating.”
“Then why are you questioning the paternity?”
“I’m not pregnant.”
“But in our hypothetical situation, you were. Maybe you need to analyze that reaction.”
She laughed and shook her head. “Cheryl. Cheryl is pregnant.”
“Aw. That’s nice. Doessheknow who the father is?”
“Hopefully her husband.”
“You have me questioning everything.”
My phone buzzed with a notification, and I picked it up to see a message waiting in a dating app. I really wasn’t in the mood to chat with random strangers today, but when I opened the app, the most recent message was from Oliver.
Did I see you today?
The blood seemed to drain from my face.
“What?” Sloane asked. “Something bad?”
I showed her the message.
“Did he?!” she yelled.
“I hope he didn’t.” I pointed to my outfit.
“Ew!” she said.
“I know.”
“For someone who expects to meet her future boyfriend organically, out in the world, in some random cute way, you sure do dress like a slob more often than you should.”
“If my future boyfriend can’t love me looking like this, he doesn’t deserve me when I look like a goddess.”
“You say that with so much confidence for someone who hid from a guy today.”
“How do you know I hid?”
