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Well, actually, no. I’ll likely be in labor, but she doesn’t need to know that.

Walking toward the hotel exit, I hear footsteps behind me and turn around to see Tom rushing to catch up to me.

“Were you going to say bye?” he says, looking hurt.

I’ve avoided him all night. I don’t want to hurt him anymore, and I don’t want to get into the conversation of my last text telling him I slept with someone else since we split.

“Sorry, I thought you were busy talking, but I’m exhausted anyway.” Which isn’t a lie.

“Yeah, pregnancy is tiring,” he says, low enough so no one else can hear us.

My eyes flare as he stands there, his hands tucked in the pockets of his black dress pants. “I’m sorry?”

He steps closer. “A lot of people here haven’t seen you in a long while, but I know your body like the back of my hand. How many weeks are you, and I assume it isn’t mine?”

I prop a hand on my hip, trying to shrug off my shock. “Well, wouldn’t it be really awkward for you if I told you I wasn’t and I’d just had a few more cakes?”

“But you are. You’re glowing. You look…” He sucks in a breath. “You look beautiful.”

I drop my eyes to the ground. “I’m twelve weeks.” Looking back at him, I cast a tentative glance around the lobby. “But I would ask you to keep this to yourself. It isn’t common knowledge.”

“Yeah, especially when the dad is Jensen Jones.”

I balk. “H-how do you know this?”

“Oh, come on, Kate. I’m a lawyer. It didn’t take my analytical brain long to put the pieces together. The way you looked at each other at the gala, the obsession in his eyes.” He looks over my shoulder toward the main entrance and huffs out a laugh. “Why am I not surprised?”

I turn around to see Jensen stalking toward us. But he isn’t looking at me; he’s looking at Tom, murder in his eyes.

Oh. Shit.

Registering Jensen’s glare, Tom raises his hands. “We’re just talking here, man.”

At first, I think Jensen’s going to grab him by the throat, but then he stops right in front of him, his hands in fists by his side.

How the fuck did he know where I was?

“Just can’t take a hint, won’t you?” Jensen hisses.

Tom shakes his head and looks up at the ceiling. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I knew from the minute I found out she was coming here tonight that you would take any opportunity to make a move.”

I put a hand on Jensen’s arm and look around the lobby. Thankfully, nearly all the guests have left or are back in the party. “It’s okay. He was just asking me about?—”

“I was asking her about the baby,” Tom cuts me off.

Turning to look at me, Jensen thumbs at Tom. “You told him?”

“No, I guessed.”

Jensen turns back to Tom. “That’s our private business.”

His hands are back in the air, and Tom shakes his head. “I’ve got no intention of saying anything. If you want to hide it from the world, that’s your prerogative.”

I swear to God, I see flames in Jensen’s eyes. “Hide it?” he scoffs. “I’d marry this girl in a fucking heartbeat. She and these babies are everything I want.She’severything I want, and one day, when she’s ready, she’ll be my wife.”

Taking my hand in his, he leads me away from Tom and toward the exit where his white Tesla is parked outside. The lights are still on, and the driver’s door is swung open.