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Her eyes go wide. “I amnot!”

“You are.”

She props a hand on her hip. “Yeah, well, all I’m saying is, I will miss you these next six months.”

Pulling the smoothie Jensen made me from the fridge, I twist the cap and close the door with my hip.

Ouch.

“I’m thinking of taking longer than six months.”

My best friend looks as shocked as I feel saying it. “What?”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I don’t know if it’s going to be enough time.”

Setting down her coffee mug, she pulls me into her arms. Even in my flat boots and her in heels, she’s still smaller than me. “I know how big a decision this is for you, babe. But I really think you’re being smart, and I’m so proud of you for thinking about whatyouneed, not your boss or clients.”

I laugh. “It’s not like I have Violet to keep happy anymore.”

She scoffs. “I’m struggling to work out who I hate more: my ex-husband, your parents, or Amie. There’s still a part of me that really wishes Jensen had punched your dad that night.”

“Oh, no doubt! He was desperate to land one on him. When he got home, he was pacing the apartment for hours. He wanted to go back and finish the job, I think.”

She smirks. “Have you heard much from them?”

Shaking my head, I take a sip of my smoothie. “Nada. East tells me he’s not even allowed to mention my or JJ’s name in conversation. So I guess I really am dead to them.”

“I’m so, so sorry you have to go through this. A woman should have her mom and dad by her side right now, not against her.”

“They’ve never been by my side, babe. Apart from when I opened my exam results.” Replacing the cap on my smoothie, I offer my trademark unaffected smile.

“How much longer until you can officially say you’re on leave?” Felicity checks her watch.

“Anytime. I’ve finished my final meeting with the wonderful Nina, and I’m all set. Feels kind of weird to be finally at this point.”

Felicity takes a couple of steps backward and casts a quick glance out into the main office area. Turning back to me, she smiles. “Best we get you seen off then!”

I narrow my eyes and head towards her. “What are you hid?—”

As soon as I peek around the corner, I see it. Well, him.

With my box of desk items resting on his lap, he swings around in my chair, clearly waiting for me to get back.

Jensen doesn’t often wear a baseball cap, but when he does, my knees go weak, and today he wears it backward. And that, combined with his post-practice training gear and sweats, has my mouth watering as I walk towards him.

Other than that time he turned up at my office and asked me to go to lunch, he hasn’t been here. The way my colleagues all stare at him reminds me that my husband is super famous and our relationship is the object of everyone’s interest.

“Princess.” He offers me a smirk as he pushes up from the chair and holds my box under one arm. The other hand immediately tips my chin and plants a kiss on my lips.

I don’t take my eyes off him as he pulls back, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip, clearly enjoying my taste.

“You know it’s frowned upon to make out in your office, right?”

He shrugs and interlaces our fingers. “Come on now, Mrs. Jones, since when have I ever given a fuck about what anyone else thinks.”

I giggle.Like a fucking schoolgirl.

“What are you doing up here? I said I’d call you,” I say, picking up my bag and jacket.