Summer gave me a smile that didn't reach her eyes—cool, unreadable. "What's the rush? Sit down, order a coffee. Let's chat over a drink."

I frowned, making no effort to hide my impatience. "I'm not here for coffee. If you've got something to say, just say it."

She raised an eyebrow, her gaze slowly sweeping over me. Her tone stayed breezy, but there was an edge to it. "How about a latte? Maybe a cappuccino?"

"I'm pregnant," I said calmly. "The baby ...