Chapter 21

“You’re seriously going to dinner with him?” Keira demanded, sprawled across Sutton’s bed while Sutton tried on her third outfit. “After everything he did to you?”

“It’s just to discuss the baby,” Sutton replied, smoothing the black wrap dress over her bump. “Plans for when he or she arrives. It’s practical.”

“Bullshit.” Keira sat up. “You’re still hot for him.”

“I am not.”

“Your face says otherwise.” Keira grinned. “Plus, you’ve changed clothes three times for this ‘practical’ dinner.”

Sutton sighed, turning sideways to examine her reflection. The dress hugged her curves in all the right places, making her pregnant belly look elegant rather than cumbersome.

“It’s… well, complicated, Keira.”

“No shit.” Keira flopped back on the bed. “He called you terrible names, accused you of cheating, pushed you away. But he’s hot, and you still want to climb him like a tree.”

“I do not!” Sutton protested, but the heat rising in her cheeks betrayed her.