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“You eye-fucking me, Ms. Havers?” He smirks and looks down at me. “Because we can be late.” He slides his hand down to my ass in my silk wrap dress and squeezes a handful of it. “I don’t care if we miss entrees. I can feast on your tits instead.”
I laugh, breaking up some of the underlying tension in my gut. Drew’s adamant my breasts have gotten larger already. He insists on checking regularly… with his mouth.
But no matter how much he’s been trying to make me laugh recently, he can’t completely dissolve the feeling of dread I have over telling Henry about the twins. The last time I spoke with Henry, I told him that I was having one baby.His.I’m still preparing myself to tell him the whole story. Drew’s adamant that he will deal with Henry for me and has been asking for his full name to track him down. But I’m embarrassed to admit that during the few months we were dating, he lied about that too and gave me a fake one. Probably to reduce the chance of me finding out he was married. I only found out after we broke up and there was no Henry Jones registered at his station.
I’m a top criminal prosecutor, and I missed all the signs.
“This looks lovely,” I say as we approach the fairy lit awning outside the restaurant.
The nerves I had about meeting Drew’s family dissipate as his warm hand squeezes my hip reassuringly. It’s only his parents and Maddy and Logan coming. Even if we do have to explain about the paternity, if they’re like Drew, then they’ll be great about it.
We step inside and I look around the space. It’s a huge restaurant and every table is filled. There’s a warm buzz of conversations flowing and people laughing and clinking glasses.
“Looks like we beat Maddy and Logan. But I see my parents.” Drew moves his hand to my lower back as the maître-d smiles at us. Drew indicates we can find our table by ourselves.
“Where?” I look around the crowded restaurant.
“There.” He maneuvers me across the room, weaving through tables.
I let him guide me, distracted by the giant palm trees in pots and lush plants decorating the space. They break up the large room, making the tables tucked in behind them more intimate.
“Sophie. This is my mum and dad, Violet and Hank.”
Drew brings us to a stop, and I paint on a friendly smile as I turn to greet them.
I freeze, my blood turning to ice in my veins.
“Oh, so lovely to finally meet you.” A smiling woman stands from her seat and moves toward me.
I step back, bumping into a man seated behind me.
“Sorry,” I mutter, my eyes glued to the owner of the gray eyes, who is sitting at the table staring back at me. “I just… need some air.”
I turn and wrap my hand around the top of the chair I’ve just bumped into. The man seated there looks at me and huffs with annoyance as I use his chair to steady myself before I turn and bolt from the restaurant.
I fly through the front doors and out into the evening air, drawing in deep gasps of air that make my lungs burn. Every cell in my body is tingling as dread spreads through them like a virus. But this one has no cure.
“Sophie?” Drew’s eyes are wild as he races out of the front door after me, his suit jacket flapping behind him. “You okay?”
I look up, but my attention is drawn past him to the man exiting the restaurant behind him, hot on his heels. Gray eyes meet mine as he strides toward us.
“We need a minute,” Drew says over his shoulder, his eyes never leaving my face.
“What the fuck’s going on?” The man pushes past Drew so he’s directly in front of me and I swallow down bile at the sound of his voice.
“What the hell, Dad? Don’t talk to her like that.” With one firm push in the center of the chest, he’s moved aside, and Drew is back in front of me again.
Everything stops around me, slammed to a halt by that one three letter word.
Dad.
“Sophie?” Drew wraps his hands around my shoulders and bends to be eye-level with me. “You’re worrying me. What’s wrong?”
Realization settles like broken glass in my gut as I look between the two men. There are some similarities there if I look hard enough. The strong jaw line, the broad shoulders. But Drew is taller, and his eyes are the most captivating blue. Not gray.
No.
I’m dangerously close to throwing up.
