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Right now, though, I have to forget about romance. And it’s not like I’m alone. I have Taylor and my grandparents to lean on. One day, I’m sure, I’ll find love.

And until then, I’ll keep reminding myself to keep Jack Leadsom out of that part of my mind.

CHAPTER24

JACK

Aweek after first showing Leah the house, I pull into its driveway, a bag of crackers and artisan cheese sitting on the seat next to me.

The whole drive over here, I’ve been talking myself out of this. Coming to her house for dinner has to be one of the worst ideas ever.

We’ve been doing so well keeping to a strictly professional relationship, and my buying her a house was supposed to be about a job well done at work.

So dinner together? Yeah, definitely a bad idea.

Yet here I am, getting out of the car… walking to the front door… ringing the bell.

Moments later, the door opens, and there she is. More gorgeous than ever.

The whole pregnancy-glow thing is real, and Leah shines like the sun. Her red hair falls in soft waves down her shoulders, and her top hugs her swollen belly and growing breasts.

An ache forms between my legs, and it takes all my strength to not drop the bag right here and now, take her into my arms, and kiss her senseless.

“Hi,” she breathes.

I try to speak, but there’s a frog in my throat. “H— hello.”

“Come on in.” She opens the door wider.

As I follow her to the kitchen, I can’t help but glance at her curves, at her ass swaying as she walks. I clear my throat, willing my body to cool down and act professional.

The smell of roast chicken fills the air, and some kind of broth or gravy bubbles on the stove. Just from the smells alone, I can tell that she’s a seriously good cook.

“I brought these.” I pull the crackers and cheese from the bag, suddenly feeling like they aren’t enough.

I should have brought something bigger. Something to impress her with.

But she smiles, taking the bag from me. “Thank you, Jack. That’s really sweet of you.”

I try to ignore the way my heart flutters at the sound of my name on her lips.

God, what is wrong with me? The last week, I’ve been feeling so satisfied with myself. Even though the last year has been one of multiple million-dollar deals, I count finding this house for her to be my greatest accomplishment.

I want her to feel safe. Taken care of.

Which is fucking confusing because I don’t want to be here for any of that. I just want to make sure it’s happening.

And I also want to have another taste of her. Pregnancy has only made her sexier, and I want to explore every inch of her new body.

I know how ridiculous it is, but it’s not like I can give my dick directives. I’ve tried.

“So, how are you feeling?” I ask, trying to start a conversation that doesn’t involve how much I want to kiss her.

“I’m good. A bit tired, but that’s to be expected.” She places the crackers and cheese on the kitchen counter before turning to me. “My doctor is encouraging me to take it easy. Triplets almost always come early, and she suggests a cesarean just to be safe, and…”

She shakes her head. “Sorry. You don’t want to hear about any of this. I almost forgot. Baby stuff goes through your lawyers.”

I wince. Shit. I should have never done that.

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