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“He’s got what?” I throw her my look reserved for do not fuck with me moments.

“Ugh, I promised him I wouldn’t say anything. Only Jon knows.”

“Jon knowswhat?”

“You know how he was hammered at the club the night of the Stanley Cup win?”

I think back to sitting at the bar with Luna, watching him stroll off with the brunette. “The night he allegedly used a brunette to make me jealous.”

She clears her throat. “Yeah, well. I followed them into the hallway when she dragged him off. He obviously went willingly, and I kind of felt like I was sticking my nose where it didn’t belong, but the next thing I see is her trying to climb Jensen and him saying no.”

Nausea hits me again. “He told me the morning after we slept together that he didn’t touch the redhead either. It was his sister’s drunk best friend or something.”

She nods. “Yeah…I think you should know that when that brunette was coming onto him, he said he wasn’t hooking upwith anyone else because he was…” She smirks with amusement. “‘Crazy about Princess Katherine, even if she can’t stand me.’”

I pick at the white lace on my duvet but don’t say anything.

“I don’t think he’s been with anyone else in a long time, babe. I think you were his first time in a while.”

“He basically said he wanted to be together when I broke the news to him about the pregnancy. He didn’t freak out at all. In fact, he was totally over the top about it.”

“Oh, he’s over something alright. Head over heels for you. And now that you’re having his baby, he’s like a caveman on steroids.”

I laugh. “I don’t want a serious relationship. Not with anyone. I want to try co-parenting. I don’t want to give every last piece of me away. A week ago, I was Kate Monroe. Today, I’m mommy-to-be and Jensen Jones’ girl, if he has his way.”

Felicity nods. “I can definitely relate to that from when I had my children, but babe, Jensen isnothinglike Elliott. At least keep your mind open to the possibility.”

I shake my head. “I’m attracted to him, but I just don’t think I feel that way. We clash too much.”

She rises from my bed and picks up my water glass. “Drink some more and get some rest.”

I take the glass and take a few sips.

“Try not to make any finite decisions one way or another. Your entire world has just been flipped on its head.”

Another wave of acid. “Yeah.”

“I will say this though.”

“What’s that?”

Smiling knowingly, she looks down at the rings on her left hand. “There’s nothing wrong with a boy obsessed.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

KATE

Thump, thump, thump.

“Ugh, go away!” I groan from my bed, although it’s pointless, given that the person hammering on the other side of my apartment door can definitely not hear me.

Thump, thump, thump.

“I’m sick, so please go away,” I croak from under my comforter.

Thump, thump, thump.

Pushing back the cover, I climb out of bed.