Page 47 of Secret Baby for the Triplets

The information shocks me for some reason. “That’s great!” I say, blinking. “I… I hope we get to meet them.”

I don’t know why I said that. I have no reason to meet my employee’s friends.

Emerson gives me a half-smile. “If you’re around, I’ll be sure to introduce you,” she promises. “But we won’t get in the way.”

“Do they know about…?” My eyes travel toward her belly, and she shakes her head.

“Not yet. That’s what tomorrow is about.”

“Well, good luck,” I say stiffly. “And uh, if you need anything, you know where to find me.”

Emerson stares at me, her eyes shining like she wants to say something.

“Okay. Thanks, Brock. Goodnight.”

She leaves through the front door, and a part of me wants to call her back inside, to tell her not to worry about the father of her baby, or what’s going to happen.

But of course, I don’t do any of that because I’m her boss, not her boyfriend.

Hell, I haven’t even kissed her, even though I’ve been tempted more times than I can count.

Yet I can’t shake this hold she has over me, like she cast a spell or something, from before we even met. I don’t understand it.

And I don’t believe for a second that Toby kept his hands off her, either. But I haven’t discussed it with him; this whole situation is too complicated, even for me.

As if my triplet hears my thoughts about him, the door opens, and he wanders inside the office.

“What are you doing?” Toby asks.

I figure there is no time like the present to get this off of my mind. “Have you been sleeping with Emerson?”

His gray eyes become slits. “Have you?”

I snort. “You are a pig, you know that? Come on. Owen’s waiting for us at the house.”

I flick off the office lights, and we head toward the house in lockstep.

“Don’t worry, bro,” Toby tells me, nudging my ribs in that way I hate. “I don’t think she minds sharing.”

I eye him dubiously. “How the fuck do you know that? What did you do now?”

He shakes his head and throws up his hands. “I didn’t do anything! She brought it up herself!”

I stop in my tracks and stare at him in disbelief. “Come on,” I drawl. “She brought up sharing her without you saying anything?”

He nods. “She did!”

I don’t believe him.

“Whatever. You better not fuck this up, Toby. I’ll never forgive you if you do,” I tell him. “And I’m not kidding. I warned you way ahead of time on this.”

He scowls. “It’s not always me doing shit, you know?”

Rolling my eyes, I march ahead to join Owen in the house.

CHAPTER13

Emerson

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