CHAPTER 26
After all-you-can eat breadsticks, soup, and salad, Jillian could swear she’d die if she tried to swallow down one more bite. So why was Ricky still trying to talk her into dessert?
“No, seriously,” she insisted. “I really can’t.”
“Watching your weight?” he joked, and then his face fell. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean ...”
She studied his features, trying to guess how much he already knew.
“What exactly didn’t you mean?”
“That you were the kind of girl who would have to watch her weight in the first place.”
She let out her breath. Good. She was surprised that she’d made it through half a week in Orchard Grove without the pregnancy becoming common knowledge. When she showed up in church on Sunday, she expected to end up as the primary subject of t
