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Had she ruined things between them?

Because this was all on her. She’d kissed him. This was all her fault.

So she pushed herself to take his hand and let him lead her upstairs to her bedroom. All of the drapes and blinds were closed like usual. Her bedroom was well lit as he stepped inside and walked her over to the bed.

It was like he was moving automatically, without any real thought as he tucked her into bed and then leaned in to kiss her forehead.

“Jenner?” she whispered as he straightened.

“Yes?”

“We’re okay, right?”

He smiled. “Of course we are, baby. I can’t ever imagine a situation where we wouldn’t be okay. Sleep well.”

He said all the right things. Did the right things.

But she would have felt a lot better if he’d looked her in the eyes as he said that.

21

Something was wrong with Immy.

And Tobias thought it had everything to do with Jenner. They were both acting . . . weird.

Tobias sat at the kitchen island as Immy made dinner. Sampson was sitting next to him, tapping on his phone.

That’s when Jenner walked in. He froze as he saw Immy. He didn’t even seem to notice the two of them.

“Uh, sorry for interrupting,” Jenner said.

“You weren’t interrupting,” Immy replied. “Did you need something? I was just finishing dinner.”

“No, no, I don’t need anything.”

“Good. Good.” She grabbed out a chopping board, putting it on the counter. “Glad you don’t need anything.”

“Are you watching this?” Tobias whispered to Sampson.

“What the fuck is going on with them?” Sampson grumbled. “Jenner has been doing his best to avoid Immy, kind of hard to do when she’s his assistant.”

“Yeah, I think Immy is doing the same.”

Sampson sighed. “Something happened. And both of them are in fucking denial. This is not what we need.”

No. Especially as Immy was getting paler and more worn looking with each day that passed. He was worried about her.

“Shit,” Sampson said quietly before grabbing a dollar out of his pocket and putting it in the swear jar. “Immy doesn’t look good. She been taking her medication?”

“I guess so,” Tobias replied.

“You guess?” Sampson snapped.

“I don’t actually live in the house,” Tobias reminded him.

“Motherfucker,” Sampson muttered without any real heat. Then he got to his feet and walked around to pick up Immy’s pill dispenser. He glanced over at Immy and Jenner who were still doing their ‘talking but not looking at each’ dance.

“Immy, you taken medication today?” Sampson asked.

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