She rushed to the bathroom as fast as she could with her big belly, shedding her clothes like they were on fire. As the water heated, her thoughts raced faster than her heartbeat.
You invited him.
You invited Zayn Specter into your home.
For dinner.
“What is wrong with me?” she groaned, stepping under the spray.
The hot water relaxed her tense muscles, but it did nothing to calm her mind. Images surfaced unbidden—his intense look, the way his eyes darkened when he looked at her, the weight of his ring on her finger.
This is a terrible idea.
And yet… a traitorous flutter bloomed in her chest.
By the time she wrapped herself in a towel and stepped out, her heart was racing for an entirely different reason.
She chose a simple cotton dress—soft fabric, loose around her belly, somethin
