Tamara.Hazel's eyes are on me, stiff for a moment and then she burst into a hysteric laughter.“Is this some sort of prank? Stop, you almost got me,”I don't laugh along.She pauses, and narrows her eyes, measuring. “It’s not?”I give her a look. “It's not a prank, Hazel. I'm pregnant.” I say more firmly.She swallows, tilting her head as if letting my words sit.She tears her gaze away for a second and then snaps it back to me. “Was it that night at the club?”Oh, God. This is the part I've dreaded the most.I nod.She clamps her hand over her mouth, takes it off and squeals. “Oh my God. Does Alex know?”I squint.Alex?Then it hits me.Hazel thinks the baby's his.“What? Alex? No.” I say quickly. “Alex's my boss, a friend, you know that,”Her smile drops, posture rigid.Her eyes are on me— quiet, calm, calculative, as if she's quickly figuring things out in her head.“It's Killian's?” there's a tightness around her mouth.I feel a knot form in my stomach.I nod and lower my head. “
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