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Finally, my girl is coming home.

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Tally

Must maintain a strong front. Must maintain a strong front.

Who the hell am I kidding? I’m a marshmallow where Dr. Owen Stevens is concerned.

I’ll admit that some part of me prayed he would stride into my apartment and sweep me off my feet, promising me and Nugget a happier life. But after recent events, I had my doubts.

I’ve never been so glad to be wrong.

I zipper my suitcase closed, glancing over my shoulder at Owen leaning against the doorjamb. “You don’t have to look so pleased with yourself, you know.”

“I’ve earned this smirk, Darlin. You’ve been a stubborn pain in the ass the last couple of months.”

I spin around, crossing my arms over my chest and sending him a haughty glare. “I amnota pain in the ass.” At his raised brows, I concede, “if I was, it’s your fault. Don’t forget that.”

Owen drops the fedora on my head, swooping in to steal a kiss. “How can I? You won’t let me. Come on, Tally, let’s go home. Hecate’s patience is wearing thin.”

“You’re assuming she had any to begin with. That cat is the definition of spoiled.”

One arm drops around my shoulder, his other hand grabbing my suitcase. “How spoiled is our kid going to be?”

“As spoiled as Hecate. Obviously,” I declare, a smile resting on my lips. It’s amazing how much easier everything seems now that the truth is out on the table.

And who knows? Maybe I’ll get that back-bending sex, after all.

* * *

Maybe not.

I release an audible groan inside my vehicle when I spy Charlotte standing next to her white Mercedes in Owen’s parking garage. I swear, the woman always looks immaculate. She must have a beauty team hidden in her trunk.

But her presence reminds me, once again, of my place. I may be carrying Owen’s child, but she’s not ready to release the claim on her man.

Her man.

Wow. That’s the first time I’ve uttered those words, even to myself.

Am I jealous?

Abso-fucking-lutely. She’s gorgeous and rich and important and I…wear a fedora. I’m owned by the wickedest cat in the world, so that ups my cool factor, but I’m also the woman relegated to accepting Owen’s charity until I find a new place. Charlotte could buy the state of Florida on one credit card and still have money for designer shoes.

Let’s not get me started on the difference in the looks department.

I push open my car door, as all my excitement deflates like a day-old balloon. Owen is already by my side, a strained expression on his face. I shoot him a glare from the driver’s seat, because I’m in no mood today.

Or any day, for that matter.

“Should I go?” I mutter, watching Charlotte approach from the corner of my eye. Fabulous.

“Why would you ask that question?”

Usually, I’m subtle. I try not to make an ass of myself or anyone else. Well, subtlety can kiss my hormonal butt. Raising my hand in Charlotte’s direction, I roll my eyes. “I can’t imagine where that question would have come from.”

“Tally, I’m going to get rid of her.”

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