« You haven’t even met him. »
« Exactly. »
« That makes no sense. »
« It makes perfect sense. I’m nine months pregnant. I don’t want to make small talk with a stranger on my birthday. »
She groaned. « You are so dramatic. »
« Come alone. »
« Fine. »
Matt was relieved. « Thank God. »
I looked at him. « Be nice. »
« I’m always nice. »