Liz rolled her eyes and laughed. “What style?”
Her laughed died away, and her face became serious. “I really want this. You were there for me when I was at my lowest, Sam. If you hadn’t been there when Rachael died, I’m not sure what I would have done.” Her eyes became wet with unshed tears ,and I quickly wrapped my arms around her.
Liz’s only sibling, Rachael, died of leukemia at only thirteen years old. There had been a seven year age difference between the two sisters, but that didn’t hinder the strong bond they had shared. They were extremely close, and Rachael’s death had almost killed Liz.
I held my friend tightly as she took a few deep breaths. It was her method of keeping the tears at bay. I smiled as I pulled away.
“I will always be here for you, Liz.”
“I know.” She sniffed as she grasped my hand once more. “And I will always be here for you. I don’t consider you just a friend, Sam. You are my sister, and you’re carrying my little niece or nephew in that tummy of yours.” She squeezed my hand gently and grinned.
“Let me help you. I want to help, and I would love nothing more than for the three of us to find a nice house where we could be a family.”
I quirked my eyebrow at her and she laughed, bumping my shoulder playfully. “Not like that!”
I bumped her shoulder back and laughed with her. “I know. I was just playing.”
Our giggles quieted, and I gave Liz somber eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely,” Liz said seriously.
I sighed. Some of the tension I had been carrying flowed out of me.
“Okay.”
“Great!” Liz let go of my hand and stood up. “We have a lot to do. I’ll talk with Mr. Wolford first thing in the morning. When it comes to real estate, he’s the expert. He’ll find us something perfect.” She beamed.
Liz was officially excited, and I couldn’t hold back my smile. I could see her wheels turning. Lists and plans were being filed away in that pretty little head of hers. She was a sucker for stuff like that and was the most organized person I had ever known.
I wasn’t surprised that she would talk to her boss about finding a house. Samuel Ellis Wolford was the CEO and owner of the famous five star Wolford Hotels and would know a thing or two about real estate. Liz was his executive assistant. I loved teasing her about her exceptionally handsome boss.
“How is that hot man of yours?” I asked, biting my lip so I wouldn’t laugh.
Liz stopped her eager planning to deliver me the death glare. “He is not my man. Mr. Wolford is my boss and nothing more.”
“Sure, sure,” I said. “But I bet you wish he was your man.”
“Sam!”
Liz’s mouth gaped open, and I couldn’t hold back my laugh. She was the flawless professional when it came to work, but I knew she harbored a secret crush on that striking boss of hers. She would never admit it. Nevertheless, I knew her better than I knew anyone. She could hide nothing from me.
“Mr. Wolford is not my type.” Liz sniffed, lifting her chin high in indignation.”
“Are you serious? He’s everyone’s type.”
I pictured Mr. Wolford’s image in my mind. He was tall, slim, yet muscular; a swimmer’s build, with a head full of silky dark hair. His eyes were such a bright blue, they glowed amidst his coffee colored skin. His lips were plump, and he had a habit of licking them often. If I hadn’t been so enamored with Jordan and Alex, I might have wanted to kiss him myself.
Lifting my hands, I counted on my fingers. “He’s gorgeous, successful, sweet, rich…”
“I don’t care that he’s rich!”
I hit a bad note with that one, I smirked. “He's gorgeous,” I said again.
“Ugh! You are impossible, Sam. I do not have a thing for my boss. I could never be with a playboy like him. Women come and go from his bed like it’s a privilege, and he disposes of them like dirty napkins.”
“He always seemed like a nice guy to me.”
Liz rolled her eyes. “He is nice, when you’re not in his bed.”
She slashed her hand through the air. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
“Alright,” I huffed.
“Speaking of gorgeous men, you never told me what happened.”
I looked up at Liz’s expectant face and wanted to run. For only a moment, I had let myself relax while I enjoyed teasing my friend. Now, I felt like I just got showered with a reality check. I hadn’t yet told Liz about my argument with the guys, because I was more than a little ashamed of how it had turned out.
“Was it bad?” She asked as she sat back down beside me.
“Yeah,” I sighed.
“I’m assuming, because you’re here, that they don’t want anything to do with the baby?”
I shook my head.
“You know it doesn’t really matter what they want. They have a responsibility to help take care of the child.”
I pursed my lips. “I don’t even know which one is the father.”