He takes his eyes off me and looks to where Matthew is standing on the opposite side of me. “It’s been a while. How are you doing, Matthew? How’s work?” He holds out his hand.

“I just made partner,” Matthew tells him.

“You did?” I blurt, and he looks at me, his face going soft.

“I did. Dad let me know this afternoon.”

“Congratulations!” I can’t help but give him a hug. I know how hard he’s been working toward that goal, how many long nights he had, and how much he sacrificed for that position, which has always been his dream. Maybe I shouldn’t be so excited for him because one of the things he sacrificed was our marriage, but as someone who used to be his friend, I’m genuinely happy that he finally got what he always wanted.

“Thanks.” His hold on me grows uncomfortably long, and I have to wiggle for him to let me go.

“I’m really happy for you.” I step away from him and back into something solid, feeling a hand wrap around my hip.

Dayton.

“That means a lot.” He tips his head toward the bar. “Can I buy you a celebration drink?”

The fingers wrapped around my hip dig in, and I swallow hard.

“Oh, there’s Christen,” Molly says loudly, making me jump. “Come on! Let’s go get a drink and say hi.” She laces her arm through mine as she looks through everyone. “Sorry, I’m going to steal her for a few minutes. We’ll be back.”

“Go mingle,” Mom replies, oblivious to the tension in the air as she waves us off before turning back to talk to Shelly.

Glancing up at Dayton as Molly tugs me away, I catch the look on his face and instantly feel a knot form in the pit of my stomach. If I thought he wasn’t happy before, I was wrong. I want to reassure him—or have him reassure me—that we’re okay, but I don’t even know what we are. This thing between us is strange, because we have no label, yet I feel more connected to him than I ever did my ex, who I was with for years. And it’s not just because our futures are tied together in a way that they will never be untangled, thanks to our baby.

“Girl, I knew I felt the tension between you and Dayton when he came to pick us up, but that whole scene just proved there is something going on with you two,” she whispers, leaning into me as we reach the bar. “What have you not told me?” She smiles at the bartender, who sees us and starts in our direction.

“I don’t know, but I think something is changing between us.”