Page 61 of Secret Baby for My Brother's Best Friends

"Yup," she says. "I don't want to talk about it. And Jenna should be here any second now, so you guys can leave."

"We didn't really finish talking, though," Jake says. "We said that we want to help you through the whole pregnancy, and you never responded.”

"Yes, um, just give me time to think about it, okay? This is all too many changes for me, and I'm getting frazzled."

"No problem. We understand." Adam straightens from his spot, leaning against the wall. "If you need anything, anything at all, please don't hesitate to let us know."

"Yeah, what he said." Jake says, rising from his spot as well. I'm the only one who shows resistance. I don't want to leave, not yet. There's so much that I still want to say to her, so much that feels trapped in my gut with no way of truly expressing it.

And when she turns to me, I want to pour it all out.

But she's not ready for that yet. I'm already weird enough. I don't want to scare her off.

So I nod in response.

Later,I tell myself.I'll be back later, with or without the others.

As we walk to the door, it opens, and we meet a pretty woman holding a box of pizza, hand elevated like she was just about to knock.

She blinks in shock and says, "Whoa. Did I die and walk into Sports Illustrated heaven?"

Jake grins, and Chelsea says, "No. They were just leaving."

"Not without an introduction, they're not."

"I'm Jake," Jake says. "This is Adam and Sam."

"It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too."

I nod in her direction, and Adam murmurs a greeting too. I notice that Jake doesn't do the thing he does when he meets a pretty woman, which is immediately turn on the flirtatious voice. No. His voice sounds friendly, but uninterested, just like he'd been at that bar we'd been at.

What's up with him?

As we leave, Adam says, "You're lucky she didn't call the cops on you for coming to her home like that."

"How did you know where she lived?" I ask him.

"I didn't. I have a GPS tracker on your car, because I figured one day you would do something crazy and I'd need to track you down."

I nod. That's a fair thought to have.

"Are you going to lay off her now?"

I smirk, but I don't reply.Lay off her?I think.I'm just getting started.

The next day, I make sure everything is in place before I ring the doorbell. My shirt looks good and ironed, my collar is down, and I have the flowers in my right hand.

I don't know what I expect, but when the door opens, it's to find the same woman from yesterday, Jenna, in an old, oversized T-shirt.

She raises an eyebrow, and a smile crosses her lips. "Well, hello."

"Hi," I say a little nervously. "Is Chelsea home?"

"She sure is cutie. Chelsea. It's for you!"

Jenna steps aside as Chelsea comes in looking so beautiful in a pink pantsuit, which brings out the color in her face, and makes her eyes sparkle.