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“I didn’t know Katie was pregnant–or got a new job. Good for her.” Terrance nodded. “I’m going to make sure that your mother leaves.”
“Thank you.” I went out to the reception area. My assistant was trembling.
“Sorry, I tried to stop her, I really did.” Shayla was a beta a couple of years out of university.
“I know. Hey, none of this was your fault. I’m sorry if she scared you,” I apologized.
“I got it recorded. I sent it to you. It’s not nice when parents hit their kids. Or make a mess.” She eyed the items strewn across the floor of my office.
“No, it’s not. And thank you for that.” So that’s what she was doing.
Going back into my office, I cleaned everything up, then filled out the paperwork to have my mother banned from the building.
I let Katie know what had happened.
“Sorry about that,” Katie told me. “Yeah, as soon as I mentioned going no-contact and not letting her see the baby, she went unhinged. Even though a moment before that she told me I was irresponsible for getting pregnant and was going to ruin my career. Hey, sorry to cut this short, but I’ve got to go.”
“Okay, oh, and thanks for the tip,” I added.
“Who me?” She laughed. “Oh, when she figures that one out.”
I ended the call. A sigh escaped my lips. Jett wasn’t working today, and I didn’t have any meetings. I texted him.
Me
Still at the gym?
Jett
On my way home. Why?
Me
I’m going to cut out for the day. Want to go do something?
Jett
That sounds great. Want to go to the market and pick up stuff to make something for dinner?
Me
That sounds good to me.
Grabbing my laptop and things, I left my office.
“I’m leaving for the day. Feel free to leave early,” I told Shayla.
Going down to the parking garage, I got on my motorcycle, ready to leave this day behind.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Jett
Iwalked through the outdoor market with Brennan, his arm around my waist, as we browsed the produce stalls. Right now, there was a bit of a lull since it was after lunch but before people came to buy things for dinner. At least here in the produce area.
The market had many sections, including spices, produce, meat, clothes, and hot foods. It was a combination of stalls andshops. The head spa I liked to go to after rough days at work was here. The noodle shop I’d taken Grace to was here as well.
“What are you feeling like?” I asked as I looked at the bok choy. That would make a good side dish for whatever Brennan wanted.
