CHAPTER 44
IMOGEN WENT TO view a possible location for her nail bar the next day after our shift at Java. I’d offered to go with her, but she said she didn’t want me getting more tired than I already was.
“I’ll do the first visits myself. Then if it’s good, you can come with me.”
“I am…” I covered my mouth in a yawn. “Kinda exhausted.”
She patted my barely existent bump. “Sleep. You need it.”
I dragged my heels as I walked home, thinking. Maybe I could ask Imogen to paint the crib when I bought it? The baby could do with some colour in its life. But which colour? Would it be a boy or a girl? I was torn as to which one I preferred. A girl would mean dressing up and sparkles, but a mini Oliver would be so darn cute.
I choked at the thought, because I wanted grown-up Oliver too, and I c
