Page 28 of Omega's Secret Baby
“You’re not,” I replied. “I need to speak to Cody.”
“Would you like to come in and have a seat while I inform him you’re here?”
“No, I’m not staying long.”
“As you wish.”
I paced outside Wes’s house. I didn’t want to be there at all, but I’d realized halfway between the airport and Harris Cove that I had no idea where Theo lived, and the only address I could find for him was a PO box. Since he still had my number blocked the only other option was to get our friends involved.
“Jordan?” Cody asked as he opened the door.
“I need to know where Theo lives,” I stated.
Cody stared at me for a second, then sighed. “You saw the photo…”
“Of course I saw the photo.”
He ran a hand through his curls. “I asked him if he was sure about being topless. But he insisted that he wasn’t showing that much yet.”
“I don’t think anybody else would have noticed,” I admitted. Then I took a deep breath. “He’s really pregnant then?”
Cody stepped from the house, closing the door behind him, and nodded. “He is.”
I swallowed. “Is it mine?”
He blew out a long breath. “That’s not for me to disclose.”
In other words, yes. But he wanted Theo to say it.
I clenched and unclenched my fists. Of course I was the last to find out.
Cody reached out and touched my arm. “If it makes you feel better, I don’t think Wes knows. We’ve been able to hide most of Theo’s symptoms behind my own.”
Tendrils of guilt curled through me. Cody hadn’t wanted Wes to be in the middle of it all, so had hidden the truth from him. Of course they knew Wes would tell me if he thought I was about to be a father.
I sighed. “Thank you for that.”
He walked with me to the car, and gave the driver an address, then turned to me.
“I don’t know what’s going on between the two of you, but I hope you can work it out.”
I did too, but could I forgive Theo for keeping something so important from me?
I got into the car and Cody leaned in.
“He’s on the second floor, apartment two-thirteen.”
“Thank you,” I replied.
He paused, then spoke again. “Don’t be too harsh with him.”
I scrubbed a hand down my face. How could I not? Hurt and betrayal were at war inside me. But I forced myself to nod. “I’ll do my best.”
“That’s all I can ask.”
He stepped back and closed the door, then the driver backed the car onto the street. A few minutes later we were back in the heart of Harris Cove, then the other side, where the driver soon pulled into the parking lot for an apartment building.
The driver stopped in front of the main entrance. “We’re here.”
