Page 20 of Last Minute Fiancé

She put her hand on her stomach, then looked around the office, as if afraid someone was listening in.

“The staff can’t hear you through the door. Unless you scream. Please don’t scream.”

She shook her head, then took a sip of her ginger ale and huffed out a breath.

“The baby’s fine, I guess? It doesn’t seem real yet.”

“Sit down,” I said, gesturing to the small couch in the corner.

“I’m pregnant, not feeble.”

My stomach twisted at that. “I still can’t believe that we actually say those words out loud.”

“I don’t know if there’s aweabout it.I’mpregnant.”

“We’re going to say we for now because I did help get us into the situation.”

“Wedid,” she corrected, and we laughed at the ridiculousness of this conversation.

“So, funny thing.”

I sat on the rickety table in front of her and was grateful when it didn’t collapse beneath my weight.

“What exactly is so funny about what’s going on?”

“Well, I may have made things worse.”

I frowned. “Did you tell my brothers and now they’re going to come and kill me? Because I figured I would be the one to do that and then you would have to bury the body and it would be a whole thing.”

She grinned and reached out and patted my knee.

I adjusted myself, grateful that she had looked away because apparently just a touch on my knee could get me hard.

I really needed to stop thinking about her like this, because it was Addison.

My Addison.

Damn it. It was really hard to think when I knew what she tasted like.

“I didn’t do that, but we’re going to have to tell them eventually. First though, I need you to bear with me when you realize that I fucked up royally.”

“What did you do?” I asked cautiously.

“You know how I work with Travis and he’s an asshole?”

I scowled. “I know about your ex.”

She cringed. “Well, we’re both going up for the same promotion.”

“Damn, the promotion for junior partner? You’ve been working for that since you started. That’s fucking amazing.”

“I know, right? And if I get it,whenI get it, it’ll open up my schedule, so maybe this whole baby thing won’t be totally insane.” She held up a hand. “We will get to the absurdity of that in a moment, but first, my fuck up.”

“Okay,” I said cautiously.

We both worked far too many hours at our jobs. We had to come up with a plan, and actually talk about it, eventually. Damn it.

“So, the problem is that my boss, the guy who’s going to decide this, is very set in his ways about what the perfect partner looks like.”

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