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God knows I’m doing all the work.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Just keep your phone handy in case I run into any issues. I’ll have an envelope for you tomorrow if everything goes smoothly.”

“Of course, Mr. Middleton.”

Megan’s been avoiding me for the last few days and I’ve allowed her to have her space so she could spend some time having the tough conversations I know she needs to have with her friend. But now that time has come to an end.

I miss her.

Not to mention that she’s pregnant with my child.

I knock at her door, already aware that she’s home, but of course, Naomi answers. The very last thing I need.

“Well, look who it is,” Naomi answers the door in some sort of satin kimono with a smug look on her face.

“I’m here for Megan.”

“Megan is resting. She’s been through so much lately.”

“I bet. She just found out her roommate is not who she thought she was.”

“Thanks for confirming that you were the snitch.”

“You’re welcome. It was never a secret.”

“Then why did you wait so long to tell her?”

“You have no idea when I discovered your lies.”

“Oh, it’s clear you’ve known since I moved into this building. You’ve been an asshole from the start.”

“Naomi–” Megan interrupts our exchange. “Excuse us.”

“Remember what I told you,” she says to Megan as some sort of warning as she saunters back into her bedroom.

“And remember who’s paying the bills around here,” I say in response to that clear dig.

“Hunter.”

“What?” I throw my hands up.

“You promised me you wouldn’t throw the fact that this is your apartment up in our faces.”

“I’m not throwing it up inyourface. Frankly, I’m surprised you still have her in here after what I told you.”

“You act like she’s some sort of mafia hitman. She just happened to be born into a complicated family. So was I.”

“Those are completely different circumstances, and you know it, but I didn’t come by here to talk about your friend or her family. First of all, I want to know how you’re feeling.”

Megan’s face starts to relax. I don’t think she even realized how stressed our conversation was making her.

“I’m doing better. My stomach feels less sore.”

“And the pregnancy?”

“If the doctor hadn’t told me I was pregnant, I wouldn’t have known. No real symptoms yet. I feel normal.”

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