No Strings Attached novel (Clara and Ian) novel Chapter 301

Christy glanced toward Clara's stomach and lowered her voice with a conspiratorial wink. "You're dressed down today, more than usual. Is there, by any chance, a little bun in the oven?"

Clara's eyes brimmed with unshed tears, a tender smile tugging at her lips as she gave a subtle nod.

Christy's jaw dropped in excitement. "For real? Does Mr. Hayes know yet?"

"I haven't told him."

"Is it that you haven't told him, or you don't want to tell him? Are you taking the split seriously? You don't know this, but Roger didn't come home the night you and Ian broke up. He said Ian got totally plastered. He's never seen Ian take it so hard."

Clara felt a sting in her heart at those words. How could she not know how much Ian was hurting?

Every night after work, he’d be lingering outside her place. Sometimes, he'd get in the house, chat with her dad, and check on her. Other times, when he was too late for visits, he’d just stand at her door, smoking alone.

She'd wanted so many times to dash outside and throw herself into his arms, to tell him, "Ian, let's make up, please." But then she'd think of the baby and hold back.

Clara's voice was hoarse with emotion as she looked down. "I can't risk it anymore. I need to protect my child and my family."

Christy patted her shoulder sympathetically. "Don't you worry, your secret's safe with me. And hey, I've got a stash of prenatal stuff from back in the day—you can have it."

While Christy played with Della, she filled Clara in on all the pregnancy dos and don'ts.

Roger got home just in time to catch the moment. He snapped a photo on the sly and sent it to Ian. [Your ex-fiancée's at my place. Want me to stage a 'casual' run-in?]

Ian, fresh out of a meeting, texted back instantly. [What's your poison? I'll bring it over.]

Roger's grin was all smugness. [Heard you nabbed a fine bottle of wine at the auction. I want a taste.]