“You’re seriously going to dinner with him?” Keira demanded, sprawled across Sutton’s bed while Sutton tried on her third outfit. “After everything he did to you?”

“It’s just to discuss the baby,” Sutton replied, smoothing the black wrap dress over her bump. “Plans for when he or she arrives. It’s practical.”

“Bullshit.” Keira sat up. “You’re still hot for him.”

“I am not.”

“Your face says otherwise.” Keira grinned. “Plus, you’ve changed clothes ...