“Megan, this is not the place for this discussion.”
“No. You just announced to an airplane full of strangers that she is carrying your child and you’re planning to marry her. You can answer me in public.”
Laila folded her arms. “At least she knows now.”
I looked at her. “What?”
She met my eyes.
“I said, at least you know.”
There was no trace of the crying woman from my porch.
I stepped toward her.
Tyler moved between us. “You need to leave.”
I stared at him. “Move, Tyler.”
“Megan, Mason is right there. Think of him before causing a scene.”
I laughed bitterly. “Now you’re worried about what Mason sees?”
His face tightened.
Mason was clutching my hand.
Tyler looked down at him. “Buddy, I can explain. Just not now.”
Mason hid behind me. That broke something in Tyler’s expression.
I wanted him to feel shame for at least a fraction of what he’d done.
