Page 65 of Falling Together

I grab the dress and head into the bathroom. I’m still getting used to the fact that my clothes aren’t fitting like they usually do. And before I know it, I’m going to have to go shopping for an entire new wardrobe. Joey and Presley might have some leftover maternity clothes for me to borrow, but at least having a work uniform of jeans and flannel shirts means I don’t spend a lot on clothes.

It’s also why I panicked about the date tonight. Nothing I own feels right.

“Where is Grant taking you?” Presley calls through the door.

“We’re going to Land and Sea,” I say.

“Ooh. He’s whipping out the big guns for tonight,” Joey says. “Sam took me there for dinner last week.”

“How’d you like it?”

It’s Pinecrest’s nicest restaurant—a combination of steak and seafood—and it’s one of the few places in town I’ve never been.

“It was incredible. Not that you can drink, but they had some great cocktails. I think you’ll really like it.”

“Grant did research it,” I say. “He wanted to make sure there was something I could eat.”

“You’ll eventually know what you can and can’t eat,” Presley says.

“I don’t miss those days,” Joey says. “I remember the first time I had a turkey sandwich after Max was born. It was the best thing I’ve ever eaten.”

“I freaked out over pancakes that first day, but luckily, nothing has made me sick.” I laugh.

I hear their laughter as I straighten out the dress and turn to look at myself in the mirror.

Ohh.

It does look really good. Gone is my usual uniform of jeans and flannel shirt with battered cowboy hat. The green brings out my eyes, and with my hair and makeup done for once, I look good. No.

I look sexy.

Stepping out into my room, I grin as all of their jaws drop.

“Damn, Georgia.” Joey whistles. “You really need to get out of your jeans more often.”

“Hey now.” I point at her.

“Yeah, but you are one hot mama in this,” Rylee says.

Presley nods in agreement. “If Grant doesn’t take you home, he’s lost his mind.”

“Seriously,” Joey says. “I’m surprised you’ve been able to resist Grant for this long once you hit your second trimester. Those hormones kicked in for me, and damn, all you want to do is get laid.”

“Okay, okay.” But I’m smiling at them.

It helps to settle my nerves. It’s weird to be going on a date with the guy you’re having a baby with. Grant and I are doing things all out of order.

But I don’t care. Because he’s here and we’re doing this.

“Here. We got you this to wear,” Joey says.

She pulls a gold chain out of a small black bag. A cowboy boot dangles from the end.

“Where’d you get this?” I ask, fingering the charm.

“From a small boutique online…Charms by Chloe, I think? We wanted to give you something for the baby, and I found this and knew it would be perfect for you,” Joey explains.

“You didn’t have to do this.”