I looked at Abby and her brows knitted. “Don’t you think I’d tell you?”

“I’d hope so, which leaves you . . .”

Roxy laughed, shaking her head.

“Then who?” I asked.

Steph laughed. “Your answer is right in front of you and she’s lying.”

“All right, it’s me.” Roxy straightened her glasses. “I’m about two months along.”

My mouth dropped open.

“I still don’t really believe it myself,” she said, patting her practically non-existent stomach. “We weren’t exactly trying, you know?”

“In other words, she forgot to take her pills one too many times,” Calla explained, laughing when Roxy smacked her arm.

Abby shook her head. “I honestly worry about drinking the water here. It’s like everyone is waking up pregnant.”

“I heard you can catch it on a toilet seat,” Steph commented.

I laughed, relaxing back against the booth. “Note to self. Do not use the restroom here.”

“Yeah, but a Brock and Jillian baby would be so cute,” Abby said.

“Shut up right now,” I said, holding my hands up like I could ward off pregnancy that way. Not that I had anything to worry about at this point. I was on the pill and we hadn’t even had sex yet. “Do not jinx me.”

“Oh, look who’s here,” Calla said. “I told her you were coming by tonight.”

Twisting in my seat, I looked across the bar and my mouth dropped open. At first, I wasn’t sure my eyes were functioning correctly, but then I blinked, and I still saw her, and I knew it wasn’t someone who time-warped out of the seventies.

“Katie!” I shrieked.

The blonde hadn’t changed one bit since the last time I’d seen her. Her hair was pulled back in a tight, high ponytail. She wore sparkly pants that looked like bell bottoms. Pretty sure she was wearing platform heels, and the bright fuchsia shirt she wore kept sliding off her shoulder. She had to have at least a dozen bangles stacked from her wrist to her elbow.

“Hey, girl, hey!” She had a shot glass in one hand and a glass of dark liquid in another. “For you. It’s Coke. Because I know you don’t want to drink tonight.”

I stared as she placed the fresh Coke down in front of me, slightly unnerved by the fact she knew I wasn’t going to drink. “Thank you.”

She grinned as she reached down and hugged me tightly. “I got something to say to you, Jilly” she said, and everyone at our table quieted, because when Katie had something to say, you listened. “Hopefully you listen to me this time.”

Every muscle in my body tensed, because I knew what she was referencing and I should’ve listened to her last time.