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“About how big my stomach is going to be in four months.”

He laughed. “Look, whatever happens, we’re just going to make it work, okay? Don’t fret.”

“Okay.”

“Emily, I’m going to be out of touch here, but you can text me. I’ll get my texts.”

“Are you going to be safe?” I felt an inordinate amount of anxiety about his departure.

“Oh yeah, we’re just training.”

A male voice spoke to him. “Hey MacDog, get off the phone with your therapist.”

I heard him laugh.

“Did someone just call you MacDog?” I was starting to get a glimpse of his world. It was so very different than anything I could have imagined.

“Yeah. That’s my name around here. So what are you going to do this week?”

“Tomorrow the movers are coming to pack and move me to the penthouse. I have an appointment with a realtor to post the loft for sale. She's going to help me stage the place.”

“What about Matt’s stuff?”

“I texted him and asked him to send me an address so that I can arrange for movers to send him his stuff.”

“Huh.” I couldn’t read his tone over the line. “You going to be okay?”

“The movers will help with everything, and I have Martha to help me.”

“You can tell her that I still dream at night about her pancakes.”

I laughed.

“Those were some of the best pancakes I have ever had.”

“She will love that.”

“Have a good night, Mrs. Hunter.”

My whole body reacted to his voice calling me Mrs. Hunter.

“Stay safe.”

“Always.”

I hung up the phone and stared into the dark. Did he feel weird about this? He seemed so normal on the phone.

I tossed on my side and punched my pillow a few times. I just needed to take this a day at a time and not freak out.

CHAPTER 11

The next dayI did some last minute packing. The movers were scheduled to show up any minute. Footsteps sounded and then Matt walked into the loft.

“Matt.” I tried to hide my surprise.

“You and Jackson took off so quickly on Wednesday. You didn’t even say goodbye,” Matt’s voice sounded sulky.

“Was your mom okay?”

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