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coffee,” I lied, making a beeline for the nearest stall.
    She chuckled and went to do the same.
    The sound of her heels stopped just before I reached the door and I paused, looked back
    at her.
    She was staring down at the floor, a dismayed look on her face. “Oh. I think I just…how
    embarrassing.”
    A funny feeling settled in the pit of my gut. It only spread as she reached up and settled
    a hand on her belly.
    “Oh, no,” she whispered. “Shannon, I think I’ve got a bit of a problem. I think my
    water just broke.”
    Her eyes were dazed, confused as she looked up at me. “I’ve still got a month. How can
    that happen?”
    The demanding pang in my bladder subsided as I moved back to her side. “Well, like
    you said earlier. You’ll leave when the baby is ready. I think the baby just decided he was
    ready.”
    “She.” She swallowed and went back to staring at the puddle on the floor. “The baby is
    a girl.”
    I reached for my phone. “Come on. Let’s get to the door and we’ll call…”
    “Drake. Call Drake. He’ll get me to the hospital and I can call my husband on the
    drive.”
    “Drake, then.”
    “I’m sorry, Shannon.” Her voice was thin and soft as she squeezed my hand. “I wanted
    to make sure you were okay before this happened.”
    Gallagher’s voice came on the line. “We need to get going, Shannon.”
    “We have an…issue,” I said. It wasn’t a problem, really. The baby had just moved up
    the timetable, right?

Chapter Three
    Two weeks into my job.
    I lay face-down on my bed and decided this was the best way ever to make sure I was
    cured of any sort of romantic inclinations.
    When I thought about Drake Gallagher these days, I mostly wanted to have a picture of
    him thumbtacked to my wall so I could throw darts at his perfect face.
    My shoes, the cute pair of Jimmy Choos I’d bought as a treat for myself, and wore only
    when I needed a pick-me-up, were still on my feet and I hated them. Kicking them off, I rolled
    onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. There wasn’t a bone in my body that didn’t hurt.
    My eyes were gritty from lack of sleep. He was indeed in the office most days by seven.
    I was ready to leave my room by six thirty, because I didn’t trust him to not pull another stunt
    like he had the day of the breakfast meeting.
    He usually worked until seven or later. Typically, I took a sandwich with me, but ended
    up eating on the go and that morning, a skirt that had previously fit me like a glove had fit a
    little loose in the waist.
    I wasn’t eating right and I couldn’t sleep. The nightmares had returned with a
    vengeance; stress brought them on and I was most certainly stressed.
    This job sucked and I still wasn’t certain just why I was doing this.
    He didn’t remember me.
    I don’t fuck naïve little virgins .
    Of course he didn’t. With a job like this, he probably didn’t even have time to
    masturbate.
    Grimacing, I sat up and stared morosely around the bland, beige-painted walls of the
    hotel room. I hadn’t even had time to look for a place to stay, although that was on the calendar
    for tomorrow. He was working from nine until noon, cutting off at noon sharp and I had to
    remind him because he had an important personal matter.
    And then I had freedom. Maybe even thirty-six hours of it.
    Mai had offered to contact a real estate agent she knew. Gallagher had all but tried to
    push several places into my lap. But he owned those buildings. I wanted my own place—
    ideally, something he didn’t own. And most importantly of all, he wasn’t going to pick it out
    for me.
    I curled my tired toes, then stretched my feet and stood up. “I’ll start looking,” I
    murmured. After I sat in the tub for a little while. Or maybe while I sat in the tub.
    That, actually, seemed to be the ideal solution.
    Wine, my tablet, a hot tub of water, and I could get a jump on this looking thing. I
    already knew the general area I needed to look in. Mai was in the