Her eyes were red-rimmed and swollen, her platinum hair mussed. Her russet irises fell on me, and she wrapped her arms around her waist.

“It’s done?” I asked, feeling the blood drain from my face.

Brooke nodded, a fresh sob racking her body. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, but it felt too familiar for two people who’d spent one drunken night together.

“I had to do it, Josh. I’m not ready to be a mom.”

I nodded, linking my fingers behind my neck and blowing out a long breath. There was a lot I wanted to say. I couldn’t understand how she could be so impulsive, why she didn’t wait for me to call her back so we could discuss it, but I wasn’t angry. We had both been so scared, and now I wasn’t sure how to feel. She’d made her choice, and neither of us could take it back.

I watched, helpless, as Brooke fell into Daniel’s arms. Daniel’s. He’d made sure it was him she ran to for comfort, and I stood there alone, feeling like I’d stepped into an intimate moment between them that I had no business interrupting. Perhaps I didn’t. Daniel had told me after I’d slept with Brooke that he’d been in love with her since high school. When I told him the news about the baby, he had gone to her and promised to stick around, no matter what I decided.

Brooke’s cries from the night before rang in my ears. She had said she didn’t know me, didn’t trust me, and she was at home worrying about the future while I was busy trying to deal with my own feelings about it all. She was right, and I couldn’t blame her for saying it out loud.

Brooke’s knees buckled, and Daniel held her, stroking her hair. He looked at me as if he felt I was intruding, too.

“Should I go?” I asked Brooke.

She turned to look at me, her cheek against Daniel’s shoulder. “You’re free, Josh,” she said, sniffing. “We both are.”

The sliding doors opened across the lot as the air whooshed, and Deb slipped outside, smiling brightly at Quinn.

I was gripping the JayWok bag so tightly in my fist, my knuckles hurt.

“You all right, man?” Quinn asked as he stood at the rear bumper of the ambulance.

“I’m good.” I turned my attention back to Deb. “Where’s Avery?”

“She’s talking to Dr. Rosenberg.”

My body moved toward the door of its own accord, but I stopped as the doors opened. Avery stepped out, laughing as she glanced back over her shoulder to Doc Rose, who followed closely behind. His palm was pressed against the small of her back as they walked, but she didn’t seem to notice, or maybe she didn’t mind.

When the doctor saw me, he smiled, laughing to himself as if he’d won. My blood boiled in my veins, and it took serious restraint not to take that first step, because after that, I knew I wouldn’t stop. They separated, him heading toward his car and Avery in my direction.

“Hey,” Avery whispered as she met me in the center of the lot. She pushed up on her toes to kiss me square on the lips.

I hoped she had done it on purpose, to show us all who was the friend and who was more. Her gesture helped my anger dissipate, and I looped my arm behind her back, lifting her from the ground, deepening our kiss.

Setting her back on the ground, I chuckled, watching her cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“What was that about?” she asked.

I shrugged, glancing over her shoulder at Doc Rose, who was yanking open his car door and slipping inside, clearly irritated. Fucker.

“What’s that?” I asked, glancing down at the book she was clutching in her hand.

“Oh, it’s just a book Rose was telling me about.”

“Really?” I took it from her hand, flipping it over to read the back. What kind of stupid shit is this? “Looks good. Mind if I read it?”

“You read?” Her eyebrow cocked up as she eyed me suspiciously.

“What kind of uncultured swine do you take me for?”

“Does it have anything to do with the pissing contest you have going with the doc?”

“Hungry?” I asked, changing the subject.

She pulled her mouth to the side, likely deciding if she was going press me further. She nodded, her high ponytail bobbing behind her. “Starving.”

“You are insatiable.”

“Have I told you it turns me on when you use big words?” she asked.

“You should see the other big things I use,” I said, handing her the white sack.

I groaned, stretching my back at the end of my long shift. I couldn’t wait to see Avery, but I had a few errands to run. I glanced at the book that had been sticking out of my glove box for the past two weeks. It was about time I got it back to Doc Rose. That asshole had been doing everything he could to get closer to Avery. I could only ignore it for so long. When he had put his hands on her hips from behind, it had taken all I had not to kick his ass all over the emergency room.

I had somehow kept my cool. I couldn’t afford to lose my job and lose Avery in the process. If Doc Rose wanted to play dirty, I couldn’t let him play alone.

I turned up the radio, drumming my fingers against the steering wheel as I headed up I-95 North toward Alapocas.

I didn’t have much of a plan. My only goal was to remind the doc that he had just as much to lose as I did, whether he realized it or not. He had stopped pursuing her weeks ago and had begun to enjoy the arguments his flirtations would spawn. I’d dealt with his better-than type my whole life, but I’d be damned if I’d let him destroy what I had with Avery.

I parked along the curb of Doc Rose’s house, killing the engine as I looked over the brick shaker-style home that I’d seen so many times dotting the Pennsylvania countryside. I’d pictured Rose in one of those Victorian-style homes that overran the squares in Gettysburg, but I was surprised to see that his home was much more modest.

I watched a light in the upstairs flick on, illuminating a silhouette before turning off. The entire downstairs seemed to be lit like they were having a party. Part of me hoped they were so I could out his slimy ass in front of all their uppity friends, too.

“Your electric bill must be fucking outstanding,” I grumbled to myself as I opened my car door and made my way up the extra-wide sidewalk leading to a small, sloped entranceway.

I knocked, glancing around. As the sun sank below the buildings, the neighborhood was cloaked in darkness, making my visit feel even more ominous.

The door opened to reveal a woman, smiling with curiosity in her eyes and wrapping her thin, Robin’s-egg-blue sweater across her torso.

“Can I help you?” she asked as the sound of something electronic caught my attention behind her. I glanced down at the young teenage girl, who rode up behind her in a red electric wheelchair. The woman shifted her body to block my view.

“Are you lost?” she asked.

I swallowed hard, regretting coming to Rose’s home.

“Is it the pizza?” Rose’s deep voice called from behind his wife as he stepped forward, rifling through his wallet and pulling out cash. When he finally glanced up, the tiredness in his eyes was immediately replaced with alarm.

The moment I saw the fear in his eyes, my regret melted away. This motherfucker was guilty.

“Josh.” He tried to hide the surprise in his voice by clearing his throat. He clasped his hand down on his wife’s shoulder. “I got this, hon. Josh is a colleague.” He pressed his lips to the top of her head as she slipped by him. The daughter followed her mom further into the house while Doc Rose closed the door behind him.

He looked down at the book in my hand, nodding slightly.

“I don’t know what Avery has said to you, but I’m sure she has the wrong idea.”