I didn’t even know what I would say.
Sorry, sir. I might need to leave early because I’m pregnant by a man I met once at a biker clubhouse while I was still married.
Absolutely not.
I pressed the button for the lobby.
When I got home, I changed into loose clothes and curled up on the couch.
I promised myself I would rest.
Instead, I spent the next three hours reading through the project documents.
By evening, the nausea had eased.
The next morning, I went back to work.
And then the next.
By the third day, the project had swallowed my schedule completely.
We spent the morning at the property.
The house was still under construction, but the bones of it were already impressive.
Floor-to-ceiling windows.
High ceilings.
A sweeping staircase.
Large open rooms waiting to become so
