Page 62 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

“Call her down.” Owen inspects the bottle’s label. “Do you have any sparkling apple juice?”

“Why would I have that in my office?” I frown, but he only chuckles.

“You’ll be a dad soon. Why would you not have apple juice in your office?”

That prompts another glare from me. Despite my obvious feelings on the subject, Owen still has no problem discussing my situation with Leah like it’s the daily news.

“Have you spoken to her about the babies?” His expression turns serious, and I know what this is about. He still thinks that Leah, me, and the triplets are gonna ride off happily into the sunset together in a carriage pulled by unicorns — or whatever the twisted version in his head includes.

“We’ve only spoken about GourmetGlobal. And she’s doing a great job leading it, which is why she’s here.”

He acts like he doesn’t even hear the change of subject. “If you want to see the babies, you should just tell her.”

“I never said I wanted that.” I can feel myself bristle as I turn away from him and busy myself with removing the bottle’s label.

“But I’m right, aren’t I? You do want it.”

I don’t know what to say. Do I want it?

Sometimes.

Maybe.

And sometimes, yes.

But other times, no.

I like my life. Three kids would turn it completely upside down.

“Or is it Leah that you’re really into?” Owen pushes.

Okay. Now he’s just teasing. Which isn’t cute.

When I whirl around, though, his face is completely serious.

“Or is it all four of them?” He cocks an eyebrow.

I exhale hot air. “Why are you trying to get me and Leah together? You’ve turned into a complete fanboy.”

He laughs, completely unperturbed by my insult. “If you want Leah here, then let’s bring her here.” He goes to pick up my desk phone, but I’m already headed for the door.

“I’ll find her. I need some sparkling apple juice anyway.”

“Yeah, you do,” he laughs.

As I head down the hallway, my mind spins with everything that’s been happening lately. I expected GourmetGlobal to see an increase in revenue after Leah took over, but I didn’t expect it to be this big.

The last month has been mind-blowing. So much that a simple toast isn’t enough for my best employee. She deserves more.

But what?

I have to be careful when it comes to her. I can’t let our relationship cross the line from professional to personal. So far, no one at Leadsom seems to suspect that I fathered the babies, and I’d like to keep it that way.

Whatever I do for her, it will have to be special. Just like her.

She’s been putting in overtime lately, and since she’s due to take an early maternity leave, I don’t have much time left. Once she’s out of the office, I won’t see her for months.

And then she’ll come back. A mother to three infants.

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