“That dress is not doing you any favors,” Ebony remarked.

“It makes me look wide,” I complained, smoothing my hand over my hips and abdomen.

“Or pregnant,” Tea countered, wearing a shit-eating grin.

I snorted. “Not a damned chance.”

I did study her abdomen, though.

“Not me.” She shook her head emphatically. “This baby box is locked until I’ve got my nursing degree in my hand and plenty of savings in the bank. Jesse is well aware of those requirements.

We both ...