Amara thought it over. So much had happened in the past two days—it really was best to explain everything to Finnian directly. She gave him an address and told him to wait for her there, then hung up and left her apartment.
Outside her apartment building was a shopping street, and she suggested meeting Finnian in a café along that street.
At this hour, the café was nearly deserted. Amara chose a seat in a quiet corner, one that was out of sight of the counter—making it easier for them to talk without being overheard.
Soon enough, Finnian arrived. He sized Amara up and down, then asked, “Are you alright?”
Amara was a little bewildered by the question. “Why wouldn’t I be? Why are you asking?”
Finnian didn’t answer right away. He wasn’t even sure himself why he’d asked; it just came from a genuine concern for her wellbeing.
Since discovering that the child Amara was carrying was his, everything about her pregnancy had become more real to him. He couldn’t help but feel as though Amara had become fragile, like a delicate piece of glass.
Finnian finally said, “The wedding is off. I’ve already had Will notify everybody, and the Everly Group made an official statement online.”
Amara had already learned of this when she was still at Elysia’s. She didn’t reply, just looked down at her hands, determined not to meet Finnian’s gaze.
Still, she could feel his intense eyes fixed on her.
Finnian’s presence was forceful, and it was impossible to ignore his stare.
Seeing Amara remain silent with her head down, Finnian pressed, “Don’t you have anything to say?”
Amara finally looked up. “Mr. Everly, if I’m overstepping, just take it as me imagining things.”

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