“My roomie kicked me out.” She looked at her nails. “I figured I would crash here.”
“You got kicked outagain?”
“It’s fine. She’ll get over it. She always does.”
I opened my mouth to tell her she needed to try to make it work the best she could. But I was pregnant by a playboy. Was I in any position to tell her how to live her life?
Brooke had figured that I’d had a one-night stand when I came home with messy hair after she extended her stay by a day.
She’d been baffled that he’d even gone for me, especially after turning someone likeherdown. I’d told her it was rude to judge someone else’s interests before she grilled me on the details, but I couldn’t deny that she knew me well, and she at least congratulated me in the end for breaking my record and doing something for myself for once.
If only I had known how it would end up.
“So,” Brooke said. “Are you ignoring the one cardinal rule about hookups?”
“I was just getting some information.”
“Sure. I bet you wanna see him again, don’t you?”
Ihadwanted to see him again. I’d thought about the sex a lot. Now I dreaded the idea of talking to him.
“You should watch some TV and relax.” It was a desperate play to get her off my back. I hated letting her have theTV when I was home since I hated the shows she loved, but I’d suffer.
For a second, it worked. Her eyes widened. But then they narrowed.
“What don’t you want me to know?”
“Nothing,” I said, turning away from her and closing the tab.
“You haven’t mentioned him since he left.” Brooke tapped her chin. “And you look like you gained weight again.”
“Really?” I asked. “You know I hate it when you mention my weight.”
“It’s just an observation.” Brooke rolled her eyes and then zeroed in on me again. “When did you get your last period?”
I should have said it was recent. A lie was better than her knowing, but it must have read plain as day on my face, because she picked up on it.
“Did you never get it?” She gasped. “Are you pregnant? Is Dean the dad?”
I sighed and then nodded.
“Oh myGod.” She pushed me out of the way and brought Dean’s profile back up. “He’s popular.”
“I could see that when he made friends with everyone his few weeks here.”
“He’s younger too. He graduated eight years ago. That makes him twenty-six. No way he’s ready to settle down.”
“You’re doing a great job of making me feel better before I have to tell him the news.”
“No. No way. You can’t tell him.”
I blinked. “Why not?”
“Have you learnednothingfrom me?”
“From you? As far as I know, you never got pregnant by a playboy.”
Brooke rolled her eyes. “No, but Mom did.”