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“None for me,” I answer with a glance at Teddy, who shakes his head.

Dr. Porter nods so hard that her sleek, black ponytail bounces behind her. “Okay, well, I’ll leave you to get dressed and the front office will make your follow up appointment. I’ll see you in a couple of weeks.”

We thank her, and the moment her door closes, I look at Teddy, but he holds up his hand before I can speak.

“I know. I’ll go to his house after this. Delaney will talk to her sister, even if I have to hold down Andrea and give her my phone.”

I sigh. “Don’t get shot.”

He lets out a bark of laughter, but shrugs. “That’s always possible with Andrea.”

Chapter Twenty-One

THEODORE

“Getthe attitude out of the way. You’re walking into my house,” Andrea says, only half joking.

It’s a testament to how well we know each other. I haven’t said a word, and he already knows this isn’t the usual social visit. The moment I cross his threshold, I fold my arms and look at him.

His eyes are a lighter blue than mine and somehow add to his menacing nature, but we’re not scared of each other. He turns to lead me to his office so we can talk.

“I haven’t said anything yet,” I respond to him, causing him to look over his shoulder with his signature threat in his eyes.

Andrea closes the door once we’re in his office and folds his long body into his chair. “What brings you into my business, Theodore?”

His frosty reception makes me chuckle. “Save this for people who fear you, Andrea. No one lives in my business as much as you do. Turnabout is fair play.”

He smirks briefly, but drops back into business mode. “True, but you didn’t answer my question.”

Fair. I didn’t. “I’m here to see Delaney.”

Sitting back, he rubs his stubble while he squints his eyes. “What do you need from my bride-to-be? The baby isn’t here yet.”

“You’re forcing her to stay here,” I point out.

He shakes his head smoothly. “No, I gave her an all-expense paid trip to my house.”

I scoff. “No matter how you word it, she needs to call her sister.”

“Sister? Your appointment was today?”

“Yes,” I confirm with a nod.

“Well,” he prompts with a smile dusting his face. “What are we having?”

“A boy.”

Andrea’s smile is huge and genuine. It’s amazing how one little thing transforms his face. He picks up his phone and calls his assistant.

“Tell the designer to go ahead with the boy’s theme for the nursery.” He listens into the phone with a frown. “The Kelly nursery! Not mine.” He hangs up the phone with an eye roll like he’s the sane one. “I can’t wait to meet my nephew.”

I smile because I know it’s true, but that’s not why I’m here. “I was trying to have a good appointment with River and meet my child the only way I can right now, but the tech was ruining it with her attitude.” I hold up a hand when he reaches for his gun. “I handled it. It made the OBGYN scared to approach me. When she got the courage, you know what she asked me?” He gives me a bored look because he knows what I’m about to say. “She wants to talk to her sister.”

Andrea tilts his perfectly styled head and glares at me like I asked for some of his territory. When he has a clear plan, he hates when someone tries to alter it.

“We’re still in negotiations.”

It’s my turn to tilt my head. I hate using this example, but I have to illustrate my point. “Andrea, imagine if your dad decided to pluck me out of my normal life and you had no way to contact me.”

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