I leaned forward on my elbows.“Are you pregnant, Adley?”
She reached for a glass she didn’t need and set it down too hard.Didn’t answer.
That was answer enough.
“Is it Mason’s?”I asked quietly.
Her face dropped into a glare so sharp it could’ve cut glass.“Offreakin’ courseit’s Mason’s,” she hissed.“What do you think I am?Some kind of hussy that moved back home and lost her damn mind?”She leaned closer to me.“That man has had my heart foryears.”
I smiled.“I know.I just needed to say something to get you to open your mouth.”
She stared at me for a long beat, then scoffed.“You tricked me.”
I shrugged and took a sip of my water.“Yes.But now I know.I figured it out at the Dairy Bar, but I didn’t want to say anything.”
She sighed, resting her palms on the bar.“Yeah.Not my brightest moment.Of course everyone was gonna get boozy shakes and expect me to join in.”
“Does Mason know?”
She nodded.“As if I could keep anything from that man.”
“When did you find out?”
“Two weeks ago.”
“Nine weeks?”I guessed.
She blinked.“How—”
“Lucky guess,” I said quickly, grinning.“You guys didn’t waste any time.”
She laughed softly.“We’ve got years to make up for, girl.Years.”
“So when are you telling everyone?”I asked.
She shrugged.“I was gonna do it at girls’ night.”
We both went quiet.
“…yeah,” I said gently.“And then I got kidnapped.”
She reached out and squeezed my hand.“I’m just glad you’re here now.”
Before I could respond, arms slid around her waist from behind, pulling her back into a solid chest.
Mason pressed a kiss to the side of her head.“What are you two laughing about?”
I glanced at Adley.
She glanced at me.
“Uh,” I said, panicking.“Pickles.”
“Pickles?”Mason repeated.
“I like bread and butter,” I added quickly.“She likes dill.”
Adley stared at me like she might murder me.