“Mr. Stepanov,” Courtney clarifies. “The whole time you were unconscious, he sat vigil at your bedside. He didn’t eat. He barely slept. He just… watched you.”
I don’t even pretend not to be shocked. “Really?” Happiness glows in me for a moment before I tamp it down. “He was worried about the baby, I’m sure.”
“Yes,” Courtney confirms. “But I’m quite sure he was also concerned for your life.”
I shake my head. “We’re not together.”
“Oh,” she says politely. “Do you want to be?”
I bite my bottom lip, trying to find an answer that won’t be a lie. “I… don’t know. We are having this baby together.”
“A baby can complicate things,” she says. “But it’s not a reason to pursue a relationship with someone. Not unless you already have feelings for them.”
I sigh and pass a hand over my face. “I don
