Page 32 of Falling Together

“Look, I know this isn’t what you were expecting. I mean, I wasn’t expecting it either. I never planned on being a mom, and⁠—”

I don’t really need to go into specifics about why I want to keep it or delve into my past. That would be way too much to talk about tonight.

“Wow.” He leans back in the booth, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I don’t really know what to say.”

“You can take as much time as you need to figure out what you want to do,” I say.

He nods, but isn’t really looking at me. His eyes are glazed over.

Even shell-shocked, he looks as sexy as I remember him. Although, I’m not even sure my memories did him justice.

A light layer of scruff lines his jaw. The short-sleeve button-up shirt highlights his biceps. His brown hair flops over his forehead. It’s so long I want to sink my fingers into it. Relive that night.

Focus, Georgia.

You should not be ogling after Grant. No. You need to be having a conversation about the baby.

“When did you find out?” he asks.

“A few days before I bumped into you. Kind of kismet timing,” I say.

“Right.”

“Like I said, you can take as much time as you want to figure out if you want to help.”

“This is definitely not what I was expecting when I met you here tonight.”

“I…well, it’s not like either of us went into that night thinking we’d have a baby together.”

His jaw ticks as he leans over the table, clasping his hands. Strong hands that are burned into my memory. Flashes of that night flood my brain.

The fiery kisses.

The way his hands took me over the edge.

The feeling of him inside of me.

Again, not what I need to be worrying about right now. I made up my mind that I want to have this baby. Whether he decides to help out or not is up to him.

“Look, I want to say that I’ll help you, but…”

“But you just moved to town and that’s a big change itself?” I finish for him.

“Yeah. God, I feel like such a dick right now.”

Grant leans back in the booth, scrubbing a hand down his face.

“It’s not your fault. It’s neither of our faults. It just…happened.”

Amy comes back with Grant’s drink, but neither of us order dinner. I have a feeling this is going to be a short-lived evening. Based on how stunned Grant is right now, I think he might be leaving soon.

“Can we exchange numbers?” Grant asks. “Maybe talk again in a few days?”

“Sure.” I unlock my phone and slide it over to him.

He punches in his number and then texts himself.

“I have to think about Luke. He’s already going through a lot.”