He knew exactly what Erik was up to. Especially by inviting Mike. Mike was a policeman, and looked the part, too. Big, bald, and uglier than a reality TV catfight. It had taken Andreas—who came from a country where casual conversations with cops was just asking for trouble—nearly a year to even manage being in the same room as him without getting antsy. He just hadn’t trusted police, Spanish or otherwise. He hadn’t seen the difference.
But when Mike’s response to the pregnancy had been to say, “Rather you than me,” and little else, it had changed Andreas’ mind. Slowly but surely. Mike had even driven them to the scans so they didn’t have to get a taxi or the bus and have strangers asking awful questions.