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I didn’t want to make her feel bad. Especially not when she was putting in so much work to make the event a success.

“I honestly thought you’d be happy to do it.” She removed her hand, resting her elbows on the railing.

I sighed. “I’m probably overthinking it, ever mindful of my new role and the responsibility that comes with representing the family brand.”

She nodded, her expression thoughtful. “I’m sure it’s been a lot to take on. How are you doing?”

I’m an anxious, exhausted ball of stress. But yeah, I’m just peachy.

“I’m—” I was tempted to tell her the truth. To blurt it all out. But I knew that wasn’t what she wanted. That wasn’t what anyone wanted. So, I smiled my charming smile and said, “I’m great.”

Kendall evaluated me, and for a minute, I thought she’d push the matter, but she dropped it. “We’d love to have youparticipate, but only if it’s something you’re comfortable with. Just…think about it.”

I didn’t need to think about it. Kendall was family, and this was for a good cause. Everyone else thought it was a great idea. I was the only one who had a problem with it.

Because of Halle.

Which was ridiculous, really. Halle might have moved to LA, but she’d made it clear that nothing would happen between us. Pierce had reaffirmed how foolish such a decision would be. And with my only recently taking over as CEO and Sloan going on maternity leave in the next few months, I would need Halle’s help.

Auctioning myself off to the highest bidder might force me to go on a date, spend time with a woman who wasn’ther. Because now, more than ever, I needed to maintain my distance from Halle.

So, despite my reservations, I said, “Thanks for asking me to participate. Of course I’ll help.”

Kendall tilted her head. “Only if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” I said, trying to project a certainty I didn’t feel. Lately, I wasn’t sure of anything.

CHAPTER EIGHT

“Thanks for coming to lunch with me,” Sloan said from across the table.

I glanced up from my menu. The food looked delicious, and I was hungrier than I’d realized.

“It’s always nice to get away from the office for a little bit. How are you feeling?”

“Good.” She smiled, placing her hand on her stomach. “Honestly, I’m just ready for the baby to be here. I’m sick of everyone acting like I need to be swaddled in bubble wrap. And my belly is getting so heavy.”

I laughed. “Not much longer now. And then everyone’s focus will shift to your little one.”

“Thank god.” She laughed. We both did. “But if it’s a girl, she’s going to be screwed.”

I shook my head. “All those overprotective uncles. Not to mention her dad.”

Sloan’s smile turned wistful. “She will have Jackson wrapped around her little finger.”

“Can you even imagine?”

If it was a girl, Jackson was going to lose his shit. I couldn’t wait to see him absolutely melt for their daughter.

“Honestly, I’m just really excited to meet this little one.”

“We all are,” I said, beyond thrilled for my friend. She was going to be a great mom. “Are you looking forward to the baby shower?”

“Yes, but I’m completely overwhelmed by the registry. Who knew something so tiny needed so much stuff?” Her eyes bugged out.

I laughed. “Yeah. I remember feeling the same way. Do you want some help?”

“That would be great. My best friend Greer offered. But so much has changed, even since she had her kids.”