Page 55 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

Plus, she would be gone. The babies would be gone.

I shake my head, shocked at myself. Where the hell did that thought come from?

“I know you would rather I quit,” she says, “and just get out of your hair.”

I raise my eyebrows in surprise. “I never said that.”

She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “You didn’t have to. The way you look at me sometimes…”

My grip on the steering wheel tightens. Is she talking about the way I lust after her?

Because I thought I was doing a good job hiding that. Apparently not.

“It’s like you wish I would just vanish,” she finishes.

Oh. That.

As shitty as it is, I’m glad she hasn’t noticed the way she still gets my skin hot and my pants tight.

If she wants to move, though, there’s nothing I can do about it. It will be better to have her work remotely for the team than not at all.

I shrug, acting like this is all no big deal. “If you want to work remotely, then we’ll talk about it.”

“Really?” The skepticism in her voice is unmistakable. “Because you’ve never exactly been a fan of remote work.”

I don’t respond to that, choosing to focus on the road instead. She’s not wrong, but I’m not going to admit that to her.

“Forget I said anything,” Leah mutters, looking out the window. “It was a stupid idea anyway.”

“It’s not stupid,” I say evenly. I’m desperately searching for something else to talk about, but nothing comes to mind.

I just know I don’t want to talk about her leaving Olympus City. Leah has been a real thorn in my side, but at the same time it wouldn’t be right to have her so far away.

Silence falls between us again, broken only by the sounds of traffic. I’ve shaved seven minutes off our predicted drive time, and I’m feeling pretty good about myself.

We pull up to the clinic, and I park in front of the open doors.

“Thanks for the ride,” Leah says.

I nod in response, but things feel incomplete.

Should I offer to wait for her?

Honestly, I don’t have time. I was on my way to a coffee meeting when I found her in the parking garage.

But the thought of leaving her here makes me feel uneasy. I don’t want her to need to order a ride from some stranger in order to get back to work.

Fuck it. I can text my colleague and reschedule our meeting.

“How long does something like this usually take?” I ask, trying to sound as casual as possible.

Leah looks at her watch. “About an hour, give or take.”

I nod, making a decision. “I’ll wait for you.”

Her eyes widen in surprise. “You don’t have to do that. I can call a car or something.”

“I know I don’t have to. But I want to,” I say, hoping she can hear the sincerity in my voice.

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