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Me:At my station. We’ll discuss this later
Wes Holt:Yes, sir
I’m not sure why I’m so nervous about seeing Emma. I didn’t feel like this a month ago when she was in London for Jaclyn’s party. Back then, though, I was still expecting this fling with Wes to burn out at any day; now I’m not so sure. Two months in and I’m still completely addicted. I’m actually starting to get concerned for my health…
Emma’s chosen a little cafe in Neuilly], which is apparently not far from where she’s living now. When I arrive at her table, she bounces to her feet and wraps her arms around me. “Oh my god, it’s so good to see you!”
I’m a little stunned by the warmth of her greeting. Of course we agreed to stay friends, but the last time we saw each other things were a little awkward. Or maybe that was just something I’d felt on my end because Wes was in the room and I was distracted with my worry that people would be able to tell we were shagging just by looking at us?
“You too,” I finally say, giving her a firm squeeze in return.
We break apart and each take a seat at the little table.
“Wow, you look…different,” Emma says, her head tilting this way and that as she examines my features, a strangle little smile in place. “Good, though. More…relaxed.”
I run a self-conscious hand through my hair, which I’ve left ungelled because after Wes distracted me with sex the other night, I forgot to pack a few things. For some odd reason, though, I get the sense that Emma’s talking about more than just the hair; but I’m not about to volunteer that the main reason I seem more at ease lately is because of all the epic sex I’ve been having with her brother.
I offer a soft smile. “Thanks. You look great too.” That’s actually kind of a lie. She doesn’t lookbadby any stretch, but she does look tired; I guess the long hours at her new job are catching up with her. Plus, it probably hasn’t been easy settling into a completely new city.
“Thanks.” She offers a weak smile, and I can tell she knows exactly what I’ve just been thinking.
We order our morning tea, and when my pain au chocolat comes, I can’t resist taking a photo and sending it to Wes.
Me:[Photo]
Wes Holt:Bastard. You’re probably only going to eat two bites of that!
Me:When in Paris????
Wes Holt:You’d better bring one home for me!
Wes Holt:Or 5!
Me:There’s a French patisserie two streets from my house
Wes Holt:It’s not the same!
Realising I’m being incredibly rude, I finally put my phone away and glance up at Emma. “Sorry.”
She offers a wry smile. “It’s fine. I’m used to it.”
I wince. Shit, I really was a terrible partner. How many times did I make her sit there while I sorted through work shit on my phone? It occurs to me now that I’ve never done that with Wes. Granted, most times we’re in the same room together we’re tearing each other’s clothes off, but even when that’s not the case he still manages to capture my full attention. I never even feel the compulsion to check my phone when I’m with him. What the hell does that say?
“I’m really glad you’re here, Dev,” Emma says, offering a soft smile. “There’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about.”
I quirk a brow at her. “There is?”
She nods before ducking her head and focusing on her coffee for a moment. I can’t help noticing the faint blush that stains her cheeks, though, and it sends a jolt of alarm running through me. Surely, she’s not trying to get back together? Or…oh god, could she know about Wes?
She finally glances up, drawing in a deep breath before saying, “This is probably going to seem a bit weird, me talking to you about this. But, despite everything, I still think of you as one of my best friends, and I hope it’s the same for you?”
I nod, guilt churning in my stomach.She knows. How the hell does she know?
“Okay, I’m just going to say it…”
“It just happened!” I blurt out.
“I’m pregnant.”
