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Harrison and an older gentleman were sitting at the table in the living area.

“Oh, shit,” I said.

Harrison turned around and stared at us.

“Roman? Morgan? What the hell are you two doing here? And how did you know I was here?”

“Why don’t you tell us what you’re doing here, Dad?” Roman cocked his head.

“I’m picking up Love’s engagement ring.”

“Engagement ring?” Roman’s brows furrowed.

“Oops,” I said.

“David, this is my son Roman and his girlfriend, Morgan. This is David. He’s a friend and one of the best diamond ring designers in the country. I flew him and his wife here to design a ring for Love. Now, tell me what the hell you’re doing here!”

“Well, Harrison. Here’s the thing.” I chewed my bottom lip. “Your future fiancée thinks you’re cheating on her. She followed you here one day and saw you enter the hotel. That was enough to convince her you’re cheating. She came to my office and asked me to follow you.”

“She did what?” he shouted.

“Can you blame her, Dad? Especially with your history.”

“She said you’re always leaving the room to take secret phone calls,” I said.

“Because I’ve been talking to David and didn’t want her to know.”

“Newsflash, Harrison. It’s usually a red flag when you leave the room to take secret calls.”

“Shit,” he said. “I was going to wait until her birthday next month, but now I need to do it sooner than later. What do you think?” He held up the ring.

“It’s a beautiful ring, Dad. She’ll love it.”

“Very beautiful.” I smiled. “I’ll call her when I get to the office and tell her you were meeting a guy for lunch.”

“Thank you, Morgan. I’m just about finished here. You two wait outside, and I’ll walk out with you.”

We left the suite and waited in the hallway.

“We should probably tell him about the baby,” Roman said.

“Now?”

“Yeah. Why not?”

“If you want to.”

Harrison walked out of the suite, and we took the elevator to the lobby.

“Dad, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“What is it, son?”

“Morgan is pregnant.”

Harrison stopped and stared at me. “You’re pregnant, sweetheart?”

“I am. You’re going to be a grandpa.”