Chapter 95

“You don’t even know where she is.” I sound panicked, and I am. This has stupid written all over it, and a part of me wants Jake to take me home so we can talk alone and process all of this. I have no idea what confronting her right now will do.

“She’s here in Manhattan, her father’s apartment.” Ben points out as Jake lifts his full glass from the table and downs it in one very quick glug.

That’s not a good sign. Oh god.

“You sure?” Jake’s even voice is simmering with rage. His no-nonsense posture and tense muscles make my heart pound through my chest.

“Positive. I was screwing her friend Amy last night. That’s how I found out she was pregnant. Amy told me where she is.” Ben shrugs into his jacket.

What is it with these Casanova men and random hookups?

“Why haven’t you gone to see her then? Asked her before you saw Jake?” I wish he had, we could’ve avoided all of this, saved it for a time when Jake is sober, and this isn’t so fresh. I can feel ang