Page 72 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

“Wow. Really?” She catches up with me. “That’s not what I expected you to say. I thought you would be too busy with work.”

I shrug. “I guess I’ve been thinking more about what matters. Work isn’t everything.”

She arches an eyebrow. “You’re in a good mood.”

I try to stop myself from smiling, but it’s no good. Yes, I’m in a good mood. Jack and I are hanging out tomorrow.

And I know I shouldn’t be giddy about it, but I am. I can’t help it.

When he was over for dinner the other night, I did freak out a little bit. I loved having him there so much that the thought of his leaving terrified me, and I ended up pushing him away.

Or at least I thought that’s what I was doing, because then he asked me to spend Saturday with him anyway.

I can’t help but feel like there’s something between us, something that’s been simmering beneath the surface for a while now. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking on my part, but I can’t shake the feeling.

Taylor interrupts my thoughts. “Hey, what do you think of this one?” She holds up a light fixture. “It’s cute, right?”

I nod, but my mind is elsewhere. What if Jack does feel the same way I do? What if we could be more than employee and boss? Even more than friends?

“Leah?” Taylor waves a hand in front of my face. “You with me?”

I shake my head, trying to focus on the present. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

She laughs. “Where is your mind?”

“Oh, uh. I was thinking about…” My face warms. “Jack and I are going shopping for nursery items tomorrow.”

Her jaw drops. “What? What happened to him not wanting to be involved with the triplets?”

“Well, he didn’t say he wants to be involved with them.”

Her eyes narrow. “But he bought you a house, and he wants to go shopping together for nursery items.”

“Yes,” I slowly answer, unsure which point she’s trying to prove. That Jack is having a change of heart, or that he’s still an asshole?

Honestly, I don’t know what to believe. I’m more confused than anyone else at this point.

“So what? He wants to play house now?”

“It’s not like that. We’re just friends.”

But even as the words leave my mouth, I can’t help but wonder if there’s something more. The way he looks at me sometimes, the way he touches my arm when we’re talking… it’s like there’s an unspoken chemistry between us.

Taylor looks doubtful.

“What?” I press. “You kept saying months ago that he has a thing for me.”

“Yeah, I know.” She nods. “And I still think he does… just not in the way you need him to.”

She pushes our shopping cart ahead, and I have to hustle to keep up. “Jack and I are going shopping, and that’s all it is.”

“Is that all he thinks it is?”

That makes me hesitate. “I don’t know.”

“How do you know he doesn’t just want to get some preggers ass and then peace out?”

An old woman walking by shoots Taylor a horrified look, but she ignores it.

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