“The baby.”
“He didn’t cheat on you with me, if that’s what you’re thinking. We, uh, did it before you and Zane were an item, Zane told me that.”
“I know, but…” Why couldn’t she understand?
“I’m not going to marry him or anything. I wouldn’t, even if he asked, and he won’t.”
Rory rubbed his head. Was he getting a headache?
“You love him, he loves you. Nothing’s changed, except you both now know how the other feels.”
“He doesn’t know how I feel.”
“Men!” she said yet again, sounding more exasperated. “He does, because I told him. It’s so darn obvious, but then he’s a man so of course he didn’t see it, or wouldn’t see it or…” She huffed in frustration.
The two fell silent for a while before Rory asked, “You said you workedat the bar. You don’t anymore?”
“Not good for the bar’s image to have a pregnant woman serving drinks. Plus my feet swell if I stand for too long. And bar staff are constantly on their feet. Why’d you ask?”