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“Holy crap,” Imogen splutters. “No wonder he’s acting like a goon right now.”

“I’m only five months along, but there have been a few complications. He’s worried all this added stress isn’t doing me any good.”

“Congratulations to you both,” Imogen announces. “But seriously, you need to invest in more than carpets if you plan to give birth to a mini Connor. His brothers are animals. And that’s coming from me, someone whose family are, um, spirited.”

“I haven’t met his family yet. He wants to wait until the drama has died down,” she explains, but I can see how unsure she feels about it.

“Connor loves his family but they can be a bit much. If he’s not announcing the pregnancy or your relationship, then it’s because he doesn’t want to scare you away,” I assure her.

“Am I that obvious?”

“Kind of. But to be fair to you, you are going through a difficult divorce. You are bound to be a little cautious,” Imogen replies, then turns to me. “Who knew you could be sentimental.”

“Really? Right here?” I ask dryly.

She shrugs, uncaring. “Just saying. You didn’t run away when she got personal.”

“She’s a comedian,” I grumble to Sabrina.

“My cousin was telling him about a new business opening soon that she had planned to purchase, and she was getting upset over it. He practically ran away.”

“I went to use the toilet.”

“You ran,” Imogen sings.

“Like I said, comedian.”

“I am pretty funny. I could definitely do a stand-up show.”

Sabrina chuckles. “How long have you two been together?”

I feel myself pale and grip the counter. “Um...”

“We’re keeping it on the downlow. So if you could, please don’t mention this to Connor,” Imogen pleads.

“I promise. It’s not like we aren’t already keeping a secret. He said his boss can’t find out just yet.”

“Yeah. Sleeping with a client is a big no-no in their bizz,” Imogen announces, and grimaces when Sabrina pales. “It’s because some situations can be intense. They don’t want transference to occur; where the victim falls for their saviour.”

“He won’t get into trouble, will he? I don’t want him to lose his job. Because I swear to you, that isn’t what happened. I fell for him before he helped me.”

“Connor has everything handled. And I think our boss would prefer to hear he’s happy than denying himself someone who does make him happy.”

“But Ben’s the exemption,” Imogen adds brightly.

“You’re his daughter,” I argue.

She shrugs. “Just saying.”

“I promise to keep your secret if you promise to keep ours.”

“We will,” Imogen promises.

“When do you need me? Imogen and her family have rented a place not far from here so I’ll be staying with them. I won’t be far. But if there’s somewhere you need me to accompany you to, I can make sure I’m here on time.”

“It’s going to sound silly, but I need someone to come to set with me tomorrow. I’m still anxious about going since I’m still getting flowers sent to me every day and no one knows how they’re getting in,” she begins. “It’s my last day on set for a few weeks. I’ll be here the rest of the time working from home.”

“It’s not silly,” Imogen blurts out.

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