Delia raises her brows and grins. “But I thought you weren’t pregnant.”

“I’m probably not. But now, now I need to know because you’ve scared the shit out of me!”

“Oh, yes, this is totally my fault, not Grayson’s.”

I close my eyes, hand resting on my stomach. “I can’t be pregnant. It’s too soon. We have dinner tomorrow night with his parents, and I cannot be pregnant.”

“I don’t think babies give a shit about any of that, but what do I know?”

“Delia, please, go to the store. If I go, within an hour, everyone in this town will be talking about how I bought a pregnancy test. I can’t go.”

She lets out a deep sigh while leaning against the doorjamb. “And my going isn’t going to stir up drama?”

“Deals . . .” I say her nickname as a plea.

Delia throws up her arms. “Fine. I’ll go a few towns over and get one.”

“Thank you. I just need the test so I know I’m not and can move on.”

She gives me the side eye and smirks. “Okay then.”

Chapter 29

Grayson

“So, what do you think they’ll serve for dinner?” Jessica asks while we stand in front of the large wooden double doors.

“Hopefully, they’ll be eating crow.”

Her hand tightens around mine. I dropped Amelia off at my sister’s, refusing to bring her into this place in case things went bad. Plus, Jessica and I haven’t had a night alone in two weeks, and I need her. I need to be alone with her tonight, love her, and not worry about everything around us.

“It’ll be fine, Gray.”

I shake my head.

God, I hate this house. All the years of happiness I had were destroyed because of the people who still live here. Now, all I see is the anger and disapproval lurking in the shadows. Bringing Jessica here goes against every protective instinct I have.

“You say that, but you don’t know them.”

“Oh, I think I do.”

I look over at her, she’s wearing a navy dress, and her hair is curled and pulled to one shoulder, allowing me to see her tattoo. Strength isn’t measurable. God, how true that is because I feel like all the strength I have is being sucked away by this fucking place.

“You look beautiful,” I tell her again.

“You’re stalling.”

“I’m just ready for this to be over already.”

Jess turns, her honey-colored eyes staring into mine. “The sooner we go in, the sooner we are done. I . . . there’s stuff I want to talk to you about, good things, all good things, but I want to get through this dinner so it can be just us.”

I rub her cheek with my thumb. “You have me curious.”