Page 54 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

Yep. I’m completely unaffected.

CHAPTER20

JACK

“Where to?” I ask, keeping my gaze on the road.

Without a word, Leah puts the address into my GPS. The clinic isn’t close by any means, but I’m prepared to put the pedal to the metal to get her to her appointment on time.

Of course, it’s just a ride. Nothing else.

I’m fulfilling my obligations as sperm donor to these babies. Leah has already received the first month of child support. Aside from that, I owe them nothing.

But that doesn’t mean I want her to miss something important.

Even though Owen was way off the mark when he barged into my house the day the paternity test came back positive, the conversation got me thinking. Leah and I wanting different things doesn’t mean I need to be rude to her.

And, okay, I’ve been a bit of an ass. But that’s the way that I get when I’m focused on something — in this case, focused on preserving the life I’ve created for myself.

I haven’t done enough wrong that I need to apologize to Leah, but going the extra mile to help her out won’t hurt.

I clear my throat. “So this, uh, it’s a doctor’s appointment?”

She nods, eyes straight ahead. My gaze drops to her belly. For the first time, I notice how different her body already is.

Fuller. Rounder. Her belly swollen.

Something unfamiliar stirs in my chest, and I’m not sure what to do with it. Which is why I push that shit way, way down.

Tearing my gaze away from her, I focus on the drive.

“It’s an ultrasound,” she says, breaking the silence.

“Oh.” I’m not sure what else to say to that.

So she’ll see an image of the babies today?

“That’s really cool.” I don’t even realize I’ve said it out loud until all the words are out.

“Yeah.” She clasps her hands on her lap. “It is. Hey, I need to talk to you about something.”

“What’s that?” I risk a glance at her.

“Don’t worry. It’s not about the babies.” Her lips draw thin. “I remember that everything regarding them goes through your lawyers.”

My chest burns. Shit, that was probably low of me, wasn’t it?

At the time, it seemed like the best move. I didn’t know what Leah had in mind, and I just knew that I needed to put legal measures in place right away. If nothing else, I’m good at pre-paving my path.

“I’m considering moving to Kernville,” she says. “If that happens, I’d like to continue working for Leadsom. Remotely, of course.”

I sit on the news for a minute. “Kernville? Outside of Bakersfield, you mean?”

“It’s where I’m from. Where my grandparents live.”

I nod, processing the information. Leah moving away changes things. As troublesome as she can be, she’s clever and innovative as hell. I don’t take all her suggestions, of course, because she’s not the one in charge.

Having her work remotely would come with its challenges.

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