I nod. “Let’s order, then we can get down to business.”
She gets a cheeseburger. Court gets the bacon cheeseburger, since, according to him, life is better with bacon, while I order the day’s special because I don’t care that much about food. What good is bacon if I lose Evie and our baby?
“So tell us what’s wrong,” Yuna says.
“Not yet. I don’t want the server interrupting.” And I need a moment to suppress my panic over all that I stand to lose. Also to gather my courage before admitting what an idiot I’ve been.
Giving me a dubious look, she chats briefly about her shopping for Ivy’s baby and Court’s grand plan for his honeymoon, which Yuna’s been advising him on. She’s all for an overwater bungalow in Bora Bora or the Maldives, and a private waitstaff.
Finally, our lunch arrives. Yuna sets aside the top bun. “Gotta do this if I want to have fries.”
Court steals the discarded bun. “More for me, then.”
I push the food around on my plate. It’s a whole fish, and it looks baleful, as though even the dead fish is thinking, Dumbass. Liar. Screw-up. I stab its head with the fork. No more judgment from you.
“Okay, so what’s wrong?” she asks, squeezing extra ketchup on her melted cheese. “We can talk now, right?”
I nod. “If you were a woman, what would you require to forgive somebody?”
Court chokes on Yuna’s extra bun.
She gives me a bemused look. “Uh, I am a woman. And that depends.”
“Sorry. Too much distraction and too little sleep.”
“What did you do?” Court asks.
He’s going to think I’m a fool after I tell him I ignored his advice and got into trouble. So will Yuna. Hell, I already think I’m an idiot. “You remember the thing with Evie’s dad?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah. Well…she found out.”
“Ouch.” Court winces.
Yuna sighs. “Guess you didn’t tell her like Court told you to?”
“She found out before I could,” I say.
“Were you going to tell her?”
I press my lips together, slightly embarrassed that the answer isn’t going to be affirmative. “I was thinking about it…”
Court slowly shakes his head. “Dude…”
Yuna heaves a sigh. “Not good enough. Nate, really, you should’ve just come clean from the beginning. Then none of this would’ve happened.”
“I know that now. But can’t you give me some advice? I can’t ask Vanessa, because she’ll drag Justin into it.”
“Why would she do that?” Yuna asks.
“Because she tells him everything. And then he’ll try to fix it, but he’s a man, so he’s going to botch it. And God forbid Barron gets wind of a problem with my new marriage.”
“Just make a grand gesture, like I did,” Court says. “Chicks dig that shit.”
“You mean like crash a wedding and kidnap the wrong person?” I ask.
My sarcasm apparently flies right over his head. He grins. “It worked, didn’t it? I got the girl.”