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“It means that he’s probably not used to being in a vulnerable position. He’s used to taking what he wants and not being sensitive about it.”

“He’s not vulnerable with me,” I say with a laugh.

“He is if he has feelings for you.” She gives me a pointed look.

I swallow hard, my heart suddenly racing. “What are you talking about?”

“I mean, come on. You two have history. You’ve been through so much together.”

“We’ve been through some stuff, yes, but that doesn’t mean he has feelings for me.”

“Maybe not at first, but something changed. Maybe it was seeing those babies on the ultrasound, or maybe it was something else. But I do know one thing: Jack Leadsom doesn’t give up control easily. He’s probably freaking out right now, not sure how to handle what he’s feeling.”

I stare down at my salad, feeling overwhelmed. The thought of Jack having feelings for me is both exciting and terrifying. But even if he does have feelings, what does that mean for us? Can we really make it work, especially with our complicated situation?

I shake my head. These thoughts are silly. Jack hasn’t even apologized for his rude behavior regarding the pregnancy. And he’s certainly not knocking on my door asking me to be his girlfriend.

Taylor notices my discomfort and quickly changes the subject. “So, have you thought about what you’re going to name the babies?”

I let out a sigh of relief and take a bite of my lunch. “Not really. It’s too early to start thinking about that.”

“Well, you should start thinking about it soon,” she insists. “Triplets are a huge deal. You want to have their names picked out ahead of time.”

“I know, I know,” I say, rolling my eyes playfully. “I just haven’t had the time to think about it. Plus, I don’t know their genders.”

As we finish our salads, I feel a sense of calm wash over me. What’s going on with Jack doesn’t really matter. It’s not my job to crack the mysteries that are him.

I got what I wanted. I have GourmetGlobal back. I’m happy.

Well… mostly.

Because as Taylor and I walk back to work, Jack dances across my mind once more. He’s frustrating and unpredictable and sometimes mean, but in another world maybe we could have been something.

It’s a nice thought, but it also gets me down.

Head high, I walk into work. It’s time to get back to my desk and focus on my career, the thing that really matters.

And Jack Leadsom?

At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, I don’t really give a damn what he does, so long as he stays out of my way.

CHAPTER22

JACK

Owen whistles between his teeth as we take in GourmetGlobal’s monthly sales. They’re good. Really good.

“Should we pop some champagne?” Owen asks.

I consider it, then nod. What the hell? It’s four thirty anyway. The day will be over in a few hours.

I go to the cooler in the corner of my office and pull out a bottle that’s been waiting for a special occasion, then select two flutes from the cabinet.

The moment feels incomplete, though. Something is missing.

Someone is missing.

“This is all thanks to Leah. She’s taken the app to new heights since I gave her back control.” I put the flutes on my desk. “She should be here.”

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