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shimmied from
the table, easing as far from the reeking cake as I could manage without
drawing suspicion. “I didn’t like that one.”
    “So you’re
completely disregarding the other eleven sections of criteria because
you don’t like the flavor? We can’t ignore how perfectly this cake would
match the dress! It looked heavenly !”
    Bryce shrugged.
“We can order the other cakes to be white and coconut, babe.”
    “For the last
time!” Lindsey burst into tears. “It’s ivory! ”
    Nate couldn’t
resist making my life harder. “Wait…you actually wanted us to score this,
Linds?”
    He pointed me to
the bathroom while Lindsey raged. I slammed the door behind me as my sister’s
wail turned into a threat to shove the rest of the cakes down Nate’s throat.
    Coconut tasted
as bad coming up as it did going down. I did the best I could and tried to keep
quiet. At least the bar’s bathrooms were surprisingly clean. I remembered
Nate’s disaster of a bedroom from when we were kids. At least he grew up and
started taking care of his property.
    It almost gave
me…hope?
    Sitting punked
out on a bar’s bathroom floor gave a woman a lot to think about.
    This wasn’t rock
bottom yet, but it wasn’t far under my tush. If I wanted to hide the pregnancy,
I’d have to stop getting sick so often or come up with a better excuse. I’d
only get a couple days’ mileage out of the stomach flu. After that, I’d have to
be more creative. Food poisoning. Dysentery?  Once I used all the illnesses I
could remember from playing The Oregon Trail, maybe I’d pretend I was shooting
up. My family would probably accept drug use over an unexpected, unwed
pregnancy.
    Especially since
Nate was…not like the Prescotts or Washingtons.
    If our families
weren’t pleased that Nate abandoned his calling to open a microbrewery and bar,
they definitely wouldn’t like that we accidentally mixed pale ale with a dark
stout.
    Not that Nate
would take the news well either, though I didn’t think it’d matter to him what
color the baby was…just that it was his.
    He hadn’t
stopped chasing me, and I couldn’t get his scent out of my head—that rich, hoppy
masculine tease that followed him from the pub. I barely survived walking in on
him, bare-chested and trying on his tuxedo. For the past two days I suffered
through hormone-induced nights of alternating weeping and unrelenting
horniness.
    I was a mess,
and his green eyes and cocky smile were equal parts dangerous and tempting. Slipping
into bed with him would probably soothe my nerves, and it wasn’t like I could
get more pregnant.
    Right?
    But it would be
a mistake, and I knew it. The warmth that once centered in my core had spread,
and I was afraid it’d find its way to my heart. Nate pursued me for the wrong
reasons, but his words layered in sensuality and honesty , as if he
actually wanted more than that one night with me.
    The greatest
danger in the world wasn’t falling for the wrong man—it was letting him catch
me after I fell head over heels.
    How long could I
hide the baby from him? Nate wasn’t stupid—and I constantly underestimated the
muscle-bound trouble-maker. Even he’d notice if I looked like I swallowed a
basketball.
    I had to tell
him.
    It was the right
thing to do.
    Really, it was
the only thing I had to do. If Nate knew about the baby, he could help
me prepare. More importantly, he could help me keep the secret until after the
wedding.
    If I survived
the coconut onslaught to come.
    I peeled myself
off the bathroom floor before Lindsey rampaged through the door. The mirror
revealed everything I tried to hide. My hair was limp. My eyes were still wide
in that perpetual Oh-Dear-God-It’s-Positive shock. Maybe no one would
notice?
    Nate would.
    He hadn’t
stopped staring at me since I arrived. But…at least it made me feel beautiful.
    I returned to
our table. Bryce’s brother only just arrived—late, but as he was still in
scrubs and transcribing his notes from