Page 166 of Faking It With the Small-Town Bad Boy

“Something like that.”

He wipes his face again, like the shock factor is going to wear off

soon. I know that it’s not going to matter how many times he rubs his

face. This is real. It’s real and unexpected; not to mention absolutely

fucking terrifying, but I don’t mention that out loud.

“How long have you known?”

I shake my head. “Not long. I just found the test.”

“Me too.”

It’s a little daunting to know her ex-boyfriend knew a couple of hours

before I did that Leah is pregnant, but it’s also strange to think we

both know before her.

She must not know yet because she wouldn’t just leave this in the

sink for me to find. She would have told me. I know she would

because she’s the most honest woman I’ve ever met. Why wouldn’t

she?

“Well, I’m happy for you both,” he says.

“I can’t see why.”

He just nods for a moment, my backlash of words not really fair.

“Sorry about that,” I admit. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, no. It’s okay. I can see now, after talking to Leah and knowing

what I did to you wasn’t exactly right, but I’m sorry about it. I didn’t

want to hurt her. I didn’t even think she wanted me anymore. It was

like she shut down from the world and pushed me out into the same

playing field as everyone else. I can admit I was rubbing it in her face

about Farrah and I getting married a little bit, but that’s just because

I thought she fell out of love with me when she pushed me away.”

I lean forward with my elbows on my knees, still turning this positive

stick over in my hands. “I’m so glad you misread the situation,” I

admit. “She needed support. She has it now.”

“Yeah, I know. You and she seem really close.”

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