He chuckles and gives her that telenovela smile. “I think Lo takes care of me.”
Clem smiles and glances between us. “I bet she’d like to.”
“Don’t you have work to get to?” I glare at my roommate.
“Nope. It’s my night off. I’ve got all the time in the world.”
I roll my eyes.
Art claps his hands. “Then please, stay. Your bill is on me.”
“Damn. Keep it up andImight be calling you Papi before the end of the night.”
Art laughs, the sound is rich and warm, and it does strange things to my insides.Jealous things. Which is completely irrational given that Gabe and I are finally out of the fucking friend zone and firmly settled in tearing one another’s clothes off territory.
“At least someone will be,” Art says with a wink directed at me, and walks away. I bite my lip in confusion and stare at Clem whose shit-eating grin could be seen from space.
“Gay, huh?”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Five weeks later
Lo
“Fucking Gabe,” I mumble, hugging the bowl as Clementine pulls the hair back from my face and ties it off with an elastic.
“I can’t believe you had sex with him and didn’t use protection. What were you thinking?”
“You mean besides getting laid by my hot-as-fuck best friend? And how romantic it was finally admitting that we felt something for one another?Nothing. I was thinking absolutely nothing, and now the universe is showing me exactly how stupid I was.”
“What the hell are you gonna do?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, he already agreed to put a ring on it, right?”
I swallow hard, remembering that long ago conversation, and the pact we made. But then reality slams into me and I remember Annie trying to trick him into getting pregnant and the way Gabe would cringe every time someone had brought up the kid word since. “Gabe doesn’t want kids.”
“Well, he was willing to marry Annie when he thought she was pregnant, right? I mean, surely he’s changed his mind by now.”
“No. Not ever. They were his exact words. And I quote, ‘Don’t ever let me sleep with someone again without wrapping my dick first’.”
Oh God. I’m going to have a baby, Gabe’s baby, and I’m going to have to do it alone.
“When?”
I stare up at her in confusion. “What?”
“When did he say that specifically?”
“When he found out she was a lying whore, and like every day since when there’s a kid in a one-hundred-yard vicinity.”
“Sure, but it’s different when it’s arealkid, and you know? Your own. I mean, people can hate kids and love their own, right?”
“I don’t know, Clementine. I don’t have any damn clue what it takes to love a kid you didn’t plan for.”
“Well, how do you feel about the life inside you?”