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Rachel frowned, a questioning look in her eyes.
The tapping of keys sounded over the line. “Thought you’d say that. I’ll get everything organized and send you the details.”
When Erik ended the call, Rachel gave him a look. “Who’s Nico?”
“A guy who’s supposed to be dead already.”
She rolled her eyes. “Aren’t they all? So you think you can keep up with me?”
“I think it’s you who should be worried.”
She shook her head as she headed back to the house. “I never worry about anything.”
CHAPTER 26
Hannah walked from her office and into the kitchen. She was working late…again. It was a pattern Erik hated. But houses were closing quickly, and every time she sold one, two more popped up for her to sell. It was amazing, but it was also hard work.
She stepped into the small kitchen and rinsed her mug. She was just setting it on the drying rack when Taylor walked in with a bowl.
Hannah frowned. “Hey. I thought I was the only one still here.”
“I’m just leaving now. Elliot’s staying at a friend’s place tonight, so I can actually work late here instead of bringing stuff home with me.”
The smell of tuna permeated the air, making Hannah’s stomach roll. She pressed her hand to her belly as Taylor tipped the food into the trash.
The other woman’s gaze shifted to Hannah, and she cringed. “Sorry. The smell of old tuna probably sucks. I’ve just been so busy, I didn’t have a chance to clean the bowl earlier.” She rinsed the dish in the sink.
“It’s fine. Usually tuna doesn’t bother me, but lately, all seafood seems to be making me feel sick.”
“Ha. That was me when I was pregnant with Elliot. I couldn’t stand evenlookingat the stuff, let alone smelling it.”
Hannah stilled, a chill slipping over her skin.
Pregnant?
No…she couldn’t be.
Her world began to narrow as she tried to count back in her head to her last period. God, when had it been?
Taylor set the clean bowl on the rack before crossing to the door. “I’m heading out now. Don’t stay too long.”
Hannah just nodded because her mind was moving a million miles a minute. Shecouldn’tbe pregnant. She was on the pill.
But…there had been days where she’d missed it due to sickness and the attacks.
Oh God.
Quickly, she rushed back to her office and lifted her cell, opening her tracking app.
Her heart stopped.
She was late. Only a couple days, but still, she wasneverlate.
Panic swirled in her chest, stealing her remaining calm…her ability to think and breathe.
Maybe she wasn’t pregnant. Stress could be messing with her hormones. That could make her late. And her life had been nothing but stress lately.
Various emotions were racing through her, making the panic increase—when the lights in her office suddenly blinked off.
