I raised my hand to wave, but it immediately froze mid-air. Then a gust of wind sent the pregnancy paper fluttering right in front of Ethan.
Yet he didn’t even glance at it. He just brushed it aside with his foot, letting it fall to the pavement.
Then Ethan stepped forward, deliberately placing his shoe on the paper as he bowed to the girl with an exaggeratedly polite flourish. “Dulce!” he shouted.
She bobbed her head and cooed, “Ethan!”
Her voice matched her name: sugary, flirtatious, instantly endearing.
They smiled at each other like old friends and slipped arms together, possessive and familiar.
So this was the hard-to-get girl Howard had bragged about. Whether she was truly aloof didn’t matter.
The sight of Ethan pressing my pregnancy paper under his shoe felt like him stepping on my heart. The pain took my breath away.
I melted back into the shadows and watched the look on his face—awestruck and enchanted. His gaze lingered on Dulce Vance with restrained appetite. Their shadows on the pavement merged close together, looking very intimate. We were only three meters apart, but it might as well have been galaxies.
I couldn’t let it go, so I called him.