Page 28 of The Baby Twist

I stirredas I heard Lucas climb out of bed and get into the shower. Sitting up, I let out a long stretch and cringed at the throbbing pain in my foot. Grabbing my scooter and scooting my way to the kitchen, I made us each a cup of coffee.

“Hey, I thought you’d still be sleeping,” he said as he walked into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Couldn’t sleep. My foot is killing me. I made you a cup of coffee. Just the way you like it. A splash of milk and one packet of stevia.”

“Thanks, Jenna. I appreciate it.” He smiled.

I sat down at the table and opened my laptop.

“What are you doing?” he asked as he walked up behind me.

“Business, Mr. Thorne. Can’t a girl have a little privacy?”

“Not if she’s going to look for a job when she was already offered one.”

“You do know it’s too early to talk to me, right? Coffee first,” I held up my cup, “talk after.”

He rolled his eyes and walked out of the kitchen. After he left and I was in between morning sickness, I submitted my resume online to two companies with job openings that sounded like they would be the perfect fit for me. Within forty-five minutes, I received two phone calls asking if I would be available for interviews this afternoon. I sure as hell looked good on paper with my two M.I.T. degrees.

I was sittingout on the terrace with my foot propped up when I heard the sliding door open.

“You’re home late,” I said as Lucas sat beside me.

“I got tied up in a meeting. How was your day?”

“Meh.”

“Just ‘meh?’” he asked. “What did you do?”

“I went on two job interviews today.” I glanced over at him.

“Really?” His brow arched. “That was fast.”

“I look good on paper, not so much in person.”

“What do you mean?”

“They told me it wasn’t feasible to hire me right now until my foot is completely healed, and they aren’t even sure if the position will still be available.”

“Hmm,” he spoke.

“Don’t say it, Thorne.” I pointed at him.

“Well, that sucks because they lost out on an amazing employee. On the other hand, I am willing to hire you pregnant, broken foot, and all.” He grinned. “There’s something else I need to talk to you about.”

“What?” I sighed.

“I have an apartment for you.”

“What do you mean? You went and rented me an apartment without consulting me?”

“No. I said Ihavean apartment for you. I own one of the apartments on the fiftieth floor. It was the apartment I lived in before I bought this one. The renters just called me today, and they’re moving out within the week because Mr. Taylor got transferred to the offices in Germany, and they need him there ASAP. So, I figured I’d rent it to you to go with your new job and all the money you’ll be making.”

“Is that so?” I arched my brow at him. “And you’re sure I’ll be able to afford the rent?”

“Trust me. You can more than afford it with what I’ll pay you in salary. It’s a 1769 square foot three bedroom and two and a half bath. It comes fully furnished with a fully stocked kitchen of cookware, plates, glasses, coffee maker, silverware, bakeware, etc.”

“Why didn’t you sell it when you bought this place?”