Page 60 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

“Hey,” I say.

She glances up, her eyes landing on my belly. “Look at you, mama.”

It’s so weird to be called that, but I love it. Instinctively, my hands find my belly. “I can’t believe I’m already showing.”

“That’s triplets for you. One day soon you might even have trouble walking around.”

God, I hope not. Even though I’ll be taking maternity leave before the triplets are born, I plan on bringing work home with me. I would go crazy otherwise.

Plus, with GourmetGlobal back in my hands, I’ll have an endless amount of work to do.

“You’re in a good mood,” Taylor comments.

“Yeah. It’s a pretty day.” I smile as we step outside.

As we walk down the street, I can’t help but replay the conversation with Jack in my head. It doesn’t add up. Why would he suddenly give up control of a company he so ruthlessly took from under my nose? And now he wants to give up creative control? And to me, of all people?

“What’s on your mind?” Taylor asks as we wait in line to order our salads.

“Work stuff,” I say, trying to keep it vague.

She raises her eyebrows. “Oh, is this about the new job offer?”

I nod, surprised that she knows about it.

“I overheard Jack talking about it on the phone,” she explains as we step up to the counter.

I order my usual, a kale salad with grilled chicken and avocado. As we wait for our food, Taylor drums her manicured nails on our table.

“It’s amazing,” she says. “This is exactly what you wanted.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you having second thoughts?”

I sip my iced hibiscus tea. “No. I mean, this does mean I can’t move back home.”

“Of course, and that’s exactly what he wants.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Oh, come on. No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is. He wants you to stay here, close to him.” She waggles a finger. “Going to that ultrasound with you changed him.”

“What? No.” My skin heats up, and I don’t know if I even want to believe her.

Jack was nothing but a fantasy. I’ve worked hard to let that go, and it’s for the best.

Our number is called, and Taylor hurries over to grab our salads, giving me extra time to think about all of this.

Is she right? Did seeing our babies on that screen shift something inside him?

“Here you go.” She sets the salad in front of me.

“Thanks.” I take the lid off, but I don’t have an appetite. “If he feels differently, then he should tell me. I’m not a mind reader.”

“I agree completely, but this is Jack Leadsom we’re talking about.”

“What does that mean?” I chew a strawberry, knowing that if I don’t eat, I’ll regret it later.

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