Page 107 of Revenge Is a Dish Best Served… Wearing Heels?
"And you know we'd be the best aunties in the world, spoil that kid rotten," Aria said with a smile.
Wait. Was that actual joy in her voice? Was she happy about this?
"Yep," Annalise agreed. "That child would want for nothing."
No, no, no. This was way too soon to talk about things like spoiling and aunties and diapers and breastfeeding and sleep deprivation and... and...
"Lean over," one of them said, "and breathe. Slow. Deep. Through your nose. That's it. In and out. In and out."
"It might just be a false alarm," Aria, I think, said.
"That's true. It might."
But there was doubt threaded through their voices.
And all the weirdness that I'd chalked up to stress and fashion week flashed through my head—exhaustion, nausea, bloating, sore breasts.
Holy crap. It all seemed to point to one thing.
And that one thing was going to rock my entire world.
Twenty-Eight
Tristan
Rushing down Park Avenue, I moved faster than the crawling traffic, reinforcing my choice to run, the words of the anonymous text I'd received flashing like a neon sign in my head.
Astrid Stratton, urgent doctor appointment, 2:30 PM, Luma Women's Wellness, room 4. You need to be there.
In the middle of a meeting with my lawyer and Tomás, I wasn't even sure what I'd said to them, dropping everything when I'd received such an ominous message.
Luma women's wellness.Women's wellness. What could that mean?
If it was an emergency, surely she'd be at a hospital, not a clinic like this. So I could rule that out.
Was she sick? Ill?
Women's wellness.
Holy fuck, was she... was she...?
No. That couldn't be it.
But why else would I need to be there? Anything else wouldn't really involve me directly.
Of course, if she was sick, injured, or ill, I wanted to be there for her. Of course. But wouldshewant me there?
Probably not. Especially since I hadn't heard a single word from her since my big confession. The woman obviously hated me, despised me, wanted nothing to do with me anymore.
And a smarter, wiser man would just give up.
But I couldn't do that. Not yet.
And now this?
985 Park Avenue. Three more blocks.
Despite the cool weather, I began sweating like crazy, my heart pounding, my lungs heaving. I was already late. Goddamn it.
