“You’re pregnant!” I announced. She looked up, her face awash with mockery. “Whoa. What gave it away?” I chewed on the side of my lip. “Tucker’s?” She nodded sheepishly before awarding me with her signature eye roll. “It’s lobster season, so he’s away on the boat for three to four weeks. Depending on the catch.” “Tucker is a fisherman?” My eyebrows jumped to my hairline. I was so far out of the loop. “Well, NASA reached out for the aerospace surgeon position, but he said the Texas weather didn’t agree with him.”
