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My skin flushes with embarrassment. “What are you doing here, Eric?”

“Megan called and said you might need help loading the van for the trip, but I see you have better things to do.”

“Trip?” Spike asks, perplexed.

“Rock climbing excursion and camping after,” I explain. “I have to make sure we have everything we need.”

“We?”

“Yes, we.” I roll my eyes. “Me, Megan, Dale, and Jeremy. We have a lot of climbers. It’s my job to make sure we have everything we need. Megan and Dale already safety-checked theequipment so all I have to do is make sure we have all of our supplies.”

Spike scowls. “You’re not going.”

I narrow my eyes. “This is my job, Spike. I’m going.”

“You’re seven months pregnant, Ivory,” he growls. “It’s not safe, you’re not fucking going. End of story.”

I place my hands on my hips. “You will not come in here and dictate what I can or cannot do. I’m a big girl and will do what I damn well please.”

He matches my stance. “Over my dead body are you climbing anything.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” I taunt, waving at my stomach. “Do you honestly think I could get off the ground, let alone climb comfortably? I’m the driver and in charge of setting up the camp. That’s it.”

“Who’s helping you set up the camp?”

I shrug. “No one. The rest of the staff will be dealing with their climbing teams.”

“You’re setting up tents all by yourself?” Spike asks.

I sigh. “I’ve done it a million times.”

“Not pregnant, you haven’t.”

Probably not the time to mention I did it a month ago with no issues.

I throw my hands up. “Nothing is going to happen.”

“I know because you’re not going.”

“I. Am. Going.” I poke his chest with each word.

Spike opens his mouth to protest more when the sound of a can opening halts our argument.

“Don’t mind me,” Eric teases. “I needed refreshments to go with the show.”

I stomp away from Spike and continue going through my checklist.

“Is she always this fucking stubborn?” Spike complains.

“You have no idea,” Eric replies.

“What are the chances I can keep her from going?”

“Unless you’re willing to handcuff her to a bed,” Eric begins smugly. “My money’s on her.”

“Hmmm, that’s a thought.”

“I’m right here!” I shout. “I can hear you.”