And she definitely doesn’t belong anywhere near the world I came from.
Dragging her into that?
Yeah. Not happening.
So while she might be cute—and curvy—and completely fucking distracting.
She’s not for me.
“Yeah,” I mutter under my breath. “Keep telling yourself that.”
My inner voice sounds a lot less convinced than I do.
“What?” she asks.
“Nothing, Sunshine. Sorry,” I murmur.
We stop at the front door.
She turns, giving me a quick smile—soft, a little breathless from carrying the other bags—and then lifts her hand to knock.
I shift beside her, box still in my arms, pulse doing something I don’t quite recognize.
And for the first time in a long time, I wait.
Chapter Four
Hilary
I’m nervous.
Why the hell am I nervous?
It’s a baby shower.
For my best friend.
With people I know.
In a house I’ve been to a hundred times.
So why does it feel like I’m about to walk into an interview where I forgot my own name?
Okay. Focus.
I shift my grip on my purse and smooth my dress like that’s going to magically fix whatever is happening inside my chest right now.
The door swings open—and it’s not Adrianna.
Obviously.
She’s probably buried under a mountain of gifts and glowing like a literal fertility goddess somewhere in the living room.
Instead, it’s Bella.
Adrianna’s niece.
Teenager.