Mason frowned.“That’s… weird.”
“Do you think we have any?”Adley asked sweetly, turning in his arms and looping hers around his neck.“I could go for a snack before we open.”
He studied her like she’d grown a second head, then shrugged and kissed her lips.“I’ll check.”
The second he disappeared toward the kitchen, Adley burst out laughing.
“Pickles?”she whispered.
“I panicked,” I hissed.“You wanted me to tell him that you told me you’re pregnant?”
“No, but I didn’t expect you to say pickles.”
The crack of pool balls echoed across the room.
I turned to see Ender at the pool table with Oliver, lining up a shot.He glanced over, and our eyes met.Just for a second.
Heat crept up my neck.
“So,” Adley said casually.“You know my secret, so now you can tell me what’s going on there.”
“They’re playing pool,” I said.
She snorted.“Not that.You and Ender.”
I turned back to her.“What do you mean, me and Ender?”
She snapped her fingers.“You would have to be blind to miss it.”
“We’re not—” I stopped when her eyebrow shot up.“He’s keeping an eye on me.”
“Does that involve kissing?”
My eyes widened.
She grinned.“I knew it.”
“I didn’t admit anything,” I hissed.
“Your face did,” she said smugly.“And for the record?I like it.”
Mason came back with a plate of pickles, set it down, and looked at me.“She ask you about Ender?”
I stared.“Evenyouknow?”
He laughed.“He’s not subtle.”
Adley danced.“I was right.”
“We both were,” Mason said.
I shook my head, smiling despite myself.“There is no Ender and me.”
Adley met my eyes.“Yes, there is.”
“Shh,” Mason said gently.“They’ll get there.”
I pointed at him.“Listen to the father of your baby.”