That answer landed harder than it should have. I looked back at the hedges so he wouldn’t see it.
“Well,” I said. “That was almost sweet. Don’t do it again.”
He gave a low sound that might’ve been a laugh.
My stomach turned without warning. I pressed a hand to it and breathed through my nose.
Ridge straightened instantly.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“That’s fake.”
“It passed.”
He was already standing.
“Inside.”
“I’m fine.”
“You looked green.”
“That’s flattering.”
“Mira.”
I sighed and let him pull me to my feet. The wave passed almost as quickly as it came, leaving me mostly irritated. Pregnancy had no manners.
“I hate this part,” I muttered.
“What part?”
“The random betrayal.”
He guided me toward the main building with one hand at my back.
“You’re dramatic.”
“I’m building organ
