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Mason frowned.“That’s… weird.”

“Do you think we have any?”Adley asked sweetly, turning in his arms and looping hers around his neck.“I could go for a snack before we open.”

He studied her like she’d grown a second head, then shrugged and kissed her lips.“I’ll check.”

The second he disappeared toward the kitchen, Adley burst out laughing.

“Pickles?”she whispered.

“I panicked,” I hissed.“You wanted me to tell him that you told me you’re pregnant?”

“No, but I didn’t expect you to say pickles.”

The crack of pool balls echoed across the room.

I turned to see Ender at the pool table with Oliver, lining up a shot.He glanced over, and our eyes met.Just for a second.

Heat crept up my neck.

“So,” Adley said casually.“You know my secret, so now you can tell me what’s going on there.”

“They’re playing pool,” I said.

She snorted.“Not that.You and Ender.”

I turned back to her.“What do you mean, me and Ender?”

She snapped her fingers.“You would have to be blind to miss it.”

“We’re not—” I stopped when her eyebrow shot up.“He’s keeping an eye on me.”

“Does that involve kissing?”

My eyes widened.

She grinned.“I knew it.”

“I didn’t admit anything,” I hissed.

“Your face did,” she said smugly.“And for the record?I like it.”

Mason came back with a plate of pickles, set it down, and looked at me.“She ask you about Ender?”

I stared.“Evenyouknow?”

He laughed.“He’s not subtle.”

Adley danced.“I was right.”

“We both were,” Mason said.

I shook my head, smiling despite myself.“There is no Ender and me.”

Adley met my eyes.“Yes, there is.”

“Shh,” Mason said gently.“They’ll get there.”

I pointed at him.“Listen to the father of your baby.”