Truth or Dare Brewery is busy for a weeknight, and as soon as I walk in, I realize I should’ve suggested more neutral territory, especially after Nikki’s gossip segment on the local radio station.
“Baby?” Emilia, Jed’s daughter, comes over to me, her hand outstretched to my stomach.
“Em!” I look away from Emilia to find Molly weaving frantically through the tables, desperation in her eyes. “I’m so sorry.” She pulls the little girl’s hand off my stomach. “Emilia, you can’t do that.”
Emilia’s lower lip trembles and tears fill her eyes. Molly picks her up and comforts her.
“It’s really okay,” I say. “She’s really grown so much since the barbecue.” I’m going to pretend that I didn’t see her last week with Molly and Jed in the hospital room when Fisher found out I was pregnant. Hopefully Mo
