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“I’m serious. It’s ridiculous how much you work. Mike doesn’t pay you enough as it is. I’ll discuss this with the band.”

I should bristle at his words. How much I work and how much I earn isn’t any of his business. He’s made it clear he doesn’t want me to be any of his business.

But I don’t. Nope. My stupid heart pounds against my chest as I stare up at him.

How am I ever supposed to get over Jett when everything he says and does makes my heart tether stronger to him?

Chapter 18

Kiss – not the way to avoid temptation

Jett

“What are you doing?”

Aurora startles at my question. The mug in her hands tips over and the contents spill onto the counter.

“Damn it.” She grabs a towel to mop up the mess.

“I got it.” I snatch the towel from her and shoo her to the dining room table. She heads for the sink instead and sticks her hand under cold water.

“Are you hurt?” I don’t give her a chance to answer before shackling her wrist to study her hand. It’s red but there aren’t any blisters forming.

“It’s fine. The water wasn’t boiling.”

I place her hand under the water again. “Is this one of those pregnancy things? You prefer cold tea?”

She snorts. “No, this is one of those ‘I fell asleep while making tea’ things.”

“Why aren’t you in bed if you’re tired and falling asleep?”

She taps her chin. “Let me think about this. Why oh why would I be awake in the middle of the night if I don’t need to be? What could possibly be the reason? It couldn’t be because I have a boss who doesn’t understand the concept of office hours, could it?”

I growl. “You put up with too much crap from him.”

“Have you forgotten how it feels to be an employee? How you have to listen to your boss? How he can order you around?”

“But he should appreciate you and how much work you do.”

“I am pretty awesome.”

I chuckle. I don’t know how she does it, but Aurora always makes me smile.

“I am going to speak to him about your workload. I already spoke to the band. They agreed with me.”

She narrows her eyes until they’re tiny slits of anger. “Are you trying to get me fired?”

“No. I’m trying to ensure your workload isn’t too much for you.”

She pokes me. “And you know what’s too much for me, do you?”

I capture her hand before she can poke me again. “You’re pregnant. You shouldn’t be running yourself ragged.”

She growls. “What do you know about it?”

I feel my cheeks heat, but I keep hold of her hand. She’s vibrating with anger now. I’m not letting her go.

“I’ve been doing a bit of research. Stress isn’t good for the baby.”

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