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“Are you with her now? Put her on,” he demands.

“She’s shooting a scene,” I explain.

“So you aren’t with her? Are you fucking kidding me right now? She’s—”

He stops himself from revealing the truth, so I let him know I already know, and that I understand his concern. “She’s pregnant, I know. Don’t worry, I have her covered. Imogen is there and she will call me if anyone is acting suspicious.”

“She told you?”

“Yes. And no, I’m not upset you didn’t tell me,” I muse.

“Fuck off!” he remarks, then mutters under his breath,“Shit, I’m coming back.”

“I’ve got her covered,” I assure him.

“No. I’m nearly done here anyway. I’ll just move my timeline up and make my way home tonight,” he announces with a heavy breath.

“Look, I’m not going to try and talk you out of it. If this is what you need to do, then do it. But I promise you, nothing will happen to her under my watch.”

“I’ve been going crazy being away from her. I can’t sleep because I’m too fucking worried. She wants to quit, but man, she loves her job. It would be like one of us quitting. We wouldn’t know who we are.”

“She told us this morning that she wants to be a mum and is working with the producers for a way out of her contract. She said when the time is right, she wants to get into producing her own movies or TV shows. She doesn’t need to be on the screen to do what she loves.”

I hear another heavy sigh, and I can picture him rubbing a hand over his face. “She never mentioned that to me.”

“Did you let her?”

He lets out a weary chuckle. “Probably not. I’ve been too busy not giving into what these fuckers want her to do. She shouldn’t have to put up with this crap.”

“I’m going to get back to her. Is there anything you want me to pass on?”

“Yeah. Tell her I’m coming home tonight.”

“Alright. I’ll check in again once she’s home,” I tell him.

“Thank you for letting me know. I know your orders are to report to Evan.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Hey, before you go, have you told Imogen how you feel about her?”

My back straightens, and every muscle in my body tenses. “What?”

He has the gall to laugh. “Like we’re blind to it. Me and some of the guys have a bet on for when you’ll finally grow a pair and go for it. We see the way you look at her. And we see the way she looks at you. Since you’re both on a getaway together, I thought that meant you had taken the leap.”

“Do you really want me to tell the guys that you love heart-to-hearts?”

He laughs even harder. “Then you’d have to tell them about the subject.”

“I’ll tell them you were crying over a hallmark movie,” I taunt.

“Message clear. You don’t want to talk about it. Which, if you think about it, tells me everything. You—”

“Goodbye, Connor,” I snap, and end the call.

Shit!

I wanted to ask who knew, and who made the bet. I didn’t want to admit it, but I couldn’t deny it either. Denying it felt like I would be dishonouring Imogen and everything she means to me. I won’t do that to her. I can’t.

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