“Okay, but he had to be in a serious state of shock.”
“He also offered to try to get out of the Hot Mess contract.”
“He did?” She smiled tentatively. “That’s a good sign.”
“I told him to go do the show,” I said. “I want him to go. He has to go.”
Winnie stared at me. “Why?”
“Because I need to get over him, Winnie.” As I confessed the truth, the tears started up again, and I yanked another tissue from the box. “I need him to go away so these feelings can fade. I’m sure it’s just pregnancy hormones on top of the memory of those orgasms, but in ten weeks, I’ll feel like myself again. Poof.”
“Poof?” Winnie shook her head. “I’m not sure that’s how hormones or feelings work, Ell.”
“But you know what they say—out of sight, out of mind.”
“They also say absence makes the heart grow fonder.”
I blew my nose. “You’re not helping. Is this retaliation for making you sing karaoke at Christmas?”
“No,” Winnie said with a shudder, “although that was horrific.”
“You’re supposed to be on my side.”
She jumped out of her chair, came around the desk and shook me gently by the shoulders. “I am, Ellie. You’re my best friend in the entire world, and I love you like crazy. I just think you might be wrong about him.”
“I’m not! You know what he did just now in the kitchen? He asked me to go with him.”
Winnie’s eyes went wide, and she dropped her arms. “To California?”
“Yes. But when I asked him why he wanted me to come with him, he said, ‘Because you’re pregnant. And I feel bad leaving.’ Not ‘Because I want to be with you.’”
“Okay, but men don’t always know the exact right answer,” she said carefully. “Maybe he does want to be with you, but he was scared to say it. Or he doesn’t know how to say it.”
“No.” I shook my head. “What he wants is to do the right thing, because he feels guilty, and I get it. But I don’t need his pity proposal or his charity outing to California. I’d rather be alone.”
“Are you sure?” Winnie pressed gently.
“I’m one hundred percent sure.”
Winnie sighed. “God, you are so strong. I’d have been like ‘Yes! Take me with you! Ride me off into your Hollywood sunset!’”
“I’ve done enough riding.” I blew my nose again. “At this point, I need to keep my feet on the ground. And my knees closed!”
Someone knocked on Winnie’s office door, and I met her eyes with alarm. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this.
“Yes?” she called out. “Who is it?”
“It’s Felicity!”
Winnie looked to me for permission, and I nodded. “Come in!” she called.
Felicity pushed the door open, talking excitedly. “Hey! Guess who texted me this morning!” She stopped when she saw me. “Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“It’s okay,” I said, grabbing another tissue.
“Is—is everything all right?” Felicity looked back and forth between her sister and me with concern.
“Yes,” Winnie said, her tone overly bright, her cheeks turning pink. The poor thing was an awful liar. “Everything is fine. Totally fine.”
“It’s okay, Win.” I looked at Felicity. “Please keep this between us, but I’m pregnant.”
Felicity’s brown eyes grew huge behind her glasses. “Oh my God. Wow.”
“It’s very early, and I haven’t told my parents yet.”
“I won’t say a word. Are you okay?”
“Yes and no.” I managed a smile. “I’m still getting used to the idea. I just told the father last night.”
She bit her lip. “I hope this isn’t out of line to ask, but is it Gianni?”
Winnie and I exchanged a surprised glance. “Yes, but how did you know?” I asked.
“Just a hunch.” Her shoulders rose. “He’s been training me, and he’s an excellent teacher, but he seems distracted a lot. And I’ve noticed him sneaking looks at you from across the kitchen. I wondered if something was going on with you guys.” She smiled. “A secret love affair?”
“No secret love affair,” I told her. “Just a baby.”
“Really?” She looked genuinely surprised.