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I shouldn’t have done that.

“Boss?”

Jonny huffs and lifts up off me, his hardness obvious through his suit pants.

“What do you want, Gio?” he asks, going to sit behind his desk before tilting his head to me. “You need to sit up, darlin’.” His smirk stretches as I sit up too fast and almost go toppling off the sofa.

The door creaks open and in walks Giovanni, a grim expression on his face.

“The—” He looks at me and grimaces. “Meeting… didn’t go down very well.”

“Fuck!” Jonny slams his fist down on the desk and stands up. “I’ll take Kitty home and meet you at the house.”

“Can’t she get a cab?” he sneers.

“What?”

“I can get a cab,” I say, slipping my feet back into my shoes and standing up.

“No,” Jo

nny grits out, looking to Gio and then back at me. “I’ll take Kitty home and meet you at the house.”

If looks could kill, I’m sure Gio would be dead right now.

Gio nods and slips out of the door but looks back when Jonny calls him. “Don’t ever question me again, if you do, you won’t live to see another day… Got it?”

“Yes, boss.”

My eyes widen at the threat and my stomach bottoms out. “It really isn’t a problem for me to get a cab.”

“Kitty?”

“Yeah?”

“Go get your shit, let’s go.” His words are a complete contrast to his tone and the look on his face, his eyes squinting with laughter and his lips spread into a grin.

I sigh and pull the door open, making my way to the locker room.

I wander through Ma’s house, waiting for her to come home. I never should have left abruptly like I did the other day, but I had no other option, I had to check on Kitty. Fat lot of good that did me though, all it left me with was a sore neck from falling to sleep in my car and a bruised ego.

I was stupid, so stupid to let my guard down, it could have been anyone banging on my window, and at Wayward of all places. I’m letting her get under my skin, letting her affect how I do my job and putting myself in danger. It has to stop.

My eyes drift to the photos that Ma has on her wall, then zone in on the one in the middle. My breath catches as I see Emmy’s face, me standing behind her, my hands on her swollen belly and Ty standing beside us in his special forces uniform. It feels like just days have passed since then, not years.

Every time I come home, I purposely don’t look at the photo, but today, I move closer, taking in all of her soft features and her wavy blond hair. I can almost feel the roundness of her bump in my hands.

Emmy’s leg bobs up and down as we wait to be called in by the doctor. This is our twenty-six-week scan and I’m a mixture of nerves and excitement. Her bump has grown considerably since we were last here and my hands are always touching it in one way or another.

She’s started to tell the baby stories too, saying that she wants to start early on. I thought it was silly at first but now I listen in with her, even sharing the stories sometimes and talking to the bump.

“Mrs. Mackenzie?” someone calls and I hop up out of the cream pleather seat, helping Emmy up. It’s getting more difficult for her to maneuver now and I know she’s going to need to stop working soon. If I had my way, she’d have stopped working the moment she told me that she was pregnant, but I didn’t push because she loves working at the vet’s with Ma.

We follow the nurse into the room and Emmy lifts up onto the bed as we wait for the ultrasound technician to come in. Holding onto her hand, we wait for what feels like forever.

“Hey, there!” the bright, perky woman says as she bounces into the room. “Ready to see your baby?”

“Yes, please.” Emmy smiles, looking over at me.