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“No.” He replies, raising an eyebrow at me. “They told you they would reach out directly. I’m not handling this one.”

“Right. Sorry. Pregnancy brain.” I chuckle a little, levity coming back to my life with every moment that my vision of a future solidifies a little bit more.

Just then, my phone rings and I jump at the noise.

“Speak of the devil.” Oliver laughs, backing out of my office to return to his desk.

It’s been nearly a week now since Marshall left me alone that day, and ever since then, I’ve been working tirelessly.

Only this time, I’ve been blowing off company business and focusing on building a future for myself… and for us.

“Hello?” I say into my phone.

“Hi, Ms. Snow!” A chipper voice comes through the speaker. “It’s done!”

“Done?” I ask, hesitant to let myself be truly happy.

Not yet. Not until, I’m sure.

“Yes! Everything is in order. I can meet you at your office and hand off everything you need if you like? Or you can come to my office?” The woman on the other end of the line asks.

“If it’s alright, could I actually head straight there? Have you left it there?” I ask.

“Of course. I completely understand where you’re coming from.” She says. “Circumstances as they are, I can ensure everything is ready for you. Then we can finish up details at a later date.”

“Thank you,” I say, breathing a sigh of relief. “Can you text me when everything is ready? I’d like to move quickly if we can.”

“Yes. Of course. I’ll send you a message when everything is done.” She tells me.

“Thank you. I really appreciate you dropping everything to help me with this.” I tell her.

“It helps that you know what you want.” She laughs. “You’ve been very determined.”

“Yeah. I do, don’t I?” I chuckle alongside her. “Thank you.”

“Of course. I’ll send you a message when it’s done. Shouldn’t be more than an hour.” She says. “Goodbye, Ms. Snow.”

“Bye,” I reply just before the phone call ends.

It’s really happening.

Things are finally falling into place like they’re meant to be.

Chapter 37

Marshall

An address and a time.

That’s all that was in the text from Elsie.

No apology. No explanation. Just a time and a place.

If I wasn’t so in love with this woman or so intrigued, I wouldn’t have come.

But here I am, at 6:37 pm, driving to a random address in the city.

Only, as I pull up to the address, it isn’t so random.

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