Tell me everything. What did you do last night? And don’t you dare tell me you went home and rang in the new year with Casper.” Misty looks at me with bright eyes eager for gossip. She tucks her hands under her chin and bats her lashes.

I roll my eyes and take a bite of my bagel, then wash it down with mimosa to cure my hangover ails.

“Actually, I ran into someone.” My cheeks heat at the thought of Weston and the night we spent together. The things the man did to my body—I wouldn’t mind a repeat. But I know that would only open me up to getting hurt. He’s not the kind of guy you hand your heart to. He’s the kind of guy that shatters it and leaves you to pick up all the pieces.

God, he really is possibly the world’s biggest asshole. But there’s something endearing about him that just makes me want more. He left me unsatisfied. He makes me smile, and the orgasms—Jesus.

“Who what now? When did you meet a guy? Is it a guy?”

“Yes, it’s a guy.” I throw a balled-up napkin at her. “His name is Weston.”

“Tell me more.” She leans in closer.

“You’re ridiculous.” I look away. “We shared a cab from the airport the other night.” I leave out the part where he stole my cab. Why am I trying to paint a good picture of him?

“What’s he look like? I need details, woman.”

“Dark hair. You know that look that says I just rolled out of bed and I’m still hot? And he has dark eyes that are so—dominating. There’s a mystery to him. He’s cut, but not too cut. Lean but athletic build. He’s taller than me even when I wear my heels.”

“Sounds like one of your book boyfriends. So you met up with him last night?”

“That’s the funny thing. He was at the club. It was totally random.” I grin and finish my food.

“Sounds like fate.”

I roll my eyes. “Please. Don’t with that shit.”

She holds her hands up. “I’m just saying.”

“Well feel free to not just say.” I smirk.

“Did you hook up?”

I shrug and she glares at me.

“Don’t withhold information, bitch. Tell me.” She pounds a fist on the table and gives me her best fake intimidating stare.

I laugh. “What about you and Mr. Pike?”

Now it’s her turn to roll her eyes. “I don’t want to get into it. You’ll judge me like you always do.”

“I don’t judge you.” I scoff.

“Do too.”

“Do not.”

“Now who’s the child?” I stick my tongue out at her. This is going nowhere fast.

She folds her arms and pretends to pout.

“Okay, I’m sorry. You’re a grown woman. You can do whatever you want. And I promise to listen with an open mind if you want to talk about him.”

“Thank you. Because I’m dying to tell you all about last night. He showed up at my place and cried about his loveless marriage. He always wanted kids. Wanted someone to leave his legacy to, but his wife refused. Their marriage is just business. Her father would merge the companies if he married his daughter.”

“That sounds sad.”

“He asked me to have his baby.”

I choke on my drink. “He what now?”

“I think I’m going to do it. He promised to pay for everything. And he’ll even live with the baby and me. His wife doesn’t care as long as he supports her financially.”

“Are you kidding me?” I try to hold back my words, but it’s too late.

Her face turns red. “You promised you wouldn’t judge.” She folds her arms over her chest.

I take a deep breath. “I know. And I’m sorry. But sleeping with him is one thing. Having his baby—that’s a big deal. I just worry about what happens to you if he goes back to her or whatever.”

“He loves me.”

“I’m not saying he doesn’t care for you. Just, this is a huge decision.”

“I’m pregnant.” Tears burn in the corners of her blue eyes.

I suck in another breath.

“I was going to tell you last night. I thought maybe if I got you drunk enough—”

“That I’d give you my blessing?” I take a second and try to calm myself, then reach over and grab her hands. “If you’re happy, then I’m happy for you. It’s just—wow. It’s a lot all at once. Are you okay?”

“Are you mad at me?”

I stare for a brief second, then shake my head slowly. “No. Of course not.” I get up from my seat and go around to her side of the table and hug her. “You’re my best friend. I just want to see you happy.”

“Pike makes me happy. I love him so much it hurts. I’d do anything for him.”

I sigh and cup her head in my hand, holding her tight to me. “I know. I just worry he doesn’t feel the same.”

She squeezes my hand. “He gave me his black card. I need some new clothes.”

When she gets up from the table I see the small bump under her bulky shirt.

“How far along are you?”

“Three months.” She smiles, rubbing her stomach.

“How long have you been planning this?”

“I found out last month. I would have told you, but I wasn’t sure what I was going to do.”

“I wish you would have come to me. I may not like Pike, but I’m still your friend.”

“I know.”

“Let’s go find you some hot maternity clothes that will have Pike on his knees.” That wins me a smile from her.