I bet I could find them if they did.
“I do, but they’re retired for now. I’ll have to get a new pair.”
“Is it because you’re gaining weight?” I crossed my arms. Kerry’s eyes went wide and she rushed to explain. “I mean, not that you’re not beautiful! I just meant it as an observation.”
“Um, yeah. Sure. Iamgaining weight. Which means a new wardrobe for me.”
“I’ve already stepped in it again. Sorry, Grace. You really do look beautiful no matter what size you’re at. I mean, your skin is glowing!”
That was one good thing about this whole no-period thing. My acne had really cleared up. It was nice to get a break from the ups and downs of PCOS, even if I was still waiting to hear back about my three-hour glucose test.
“Thanks,” I said. “Why don’t we get you checked out so you can go show off your new outfit?”
I tried not to think too hard about Kerry’s words as I rang her up, but they stuck with me. If she was noticing my changing body, how long did I have before other people did? How long did I have before they asked questions?
Eventually, my pregnancy would be obvious. I was on a timer, one that may run out quickly, depending on how fast my body changed.
It would have been nice if I’d had time to accept my own pregnancy, but I’d only known for a little over a week.
As Kerry walked out the door, Dean walked in.
I saw her do a double take, and then look at me with a smile on her face.
Fuck.
“Hi,” I said, trying to channel that he was just an averagecustomer while Kerry was still in earshot. “How can I help you today?”
The door shut before Dean answered.
“Is that how you greet all of your friends?” he asked.
We’re friends?That was news to me, but I’d take it.
“I was trying to play normal in front of Kerry,” I muttered. “She can sniff out a secret from a mile away.”
“That’s the infamous Kerry?” Dean turned back around. “I didn’t think she would be so ... into leopard print.”
“I tried to talk her out of it.” I sighed. “But she can’t be stopped.”
He looked out the window and then back to me. “A trap could work.”
“Trust me, someone’ll try it.” I shook my head. “And not to be the fun police, but shouldn’t you be working? Wren won’t accept endless excuses.”
“I finished my job,” he said.
“That fast?”
He shrugged. “Yeah, and with a day off, I met someone for lunch and then figured I’d check in.”
“You met someone? Like in town?”
“No, out of town. I didn’t want anyone seeing.”
That had ... implications. Ones I didn’t like.
I cleared my throat. Why was I feeling this way? I knew he was a playboy. Who knew how many women he’d been with since me?
“Are you here for a makeover?” I asked.