Charlie shook his head. He couldn’t have heard right.
“What did you just say?” he said, leaning across the table so Sheryl could hear him over the din in the coffee shop.
Sheryl frowned, leaned forward so their faces were only inches apart, and said, “I’m pregnant. The baby’s yours. I thought you should know.”
Charlie felt his face go red. “But, we never…”
Sheryl’s eyebrows raised as she sat back and took a sip of her latte.
“We never even had sex!” Charlie cried, a little louder than he intended. Several people at nearby tables glanced at them.
Sheryl laughed and said, “…