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“So overprotective of her already,” she teases me with a smile.

“You have no idea,” I mutter as I leave her room and head to my SUV.

Chapter 11

JENNA

Holy crap! The mansion has a sauna.

Before I can explore any further, the doorbell chimes. I glance down the hallway, and my teeth worry my bottom lip.

When the doorbell rings again, I walk to the front of the house. There’s no peephole, so I can’t see who’s on the other side.

“Jenna,” I hear Cassia call.

Weirdly, hearing it’s her fills me with relief, and I quickly unlock the door. Opening it, I move aside so she can come in.

“Hi,” she says, a friendly smile on her face. Once again, her makeup is done perfectly, and not a single curl of her hair is out of place.

Today she’s dressed in a black pantsuit that flares wide at her ankles, and she’s wearing high-heeled sandals. Her toenails are painted a pretty pink.

She lifts her arm to move a bunch of curls over her shoulder, and the diamond bracelet on her wrist shines like a thousandstars. Never mind the huge diamond on her ring finger that matches her earrings.

Everything about Cassia is beautiful, and I feel a twinge of envy. I’d love to look and dress like her.

“Do you have tea?” she asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.

Nodding, I shut the door and lock it again before I walk to the kitchen.

“Nothing with caffeine, please.” I glance over my shoulder, and when I notice her hand is resting on her abdomen, my eyebrows lift, which has her saying, “I’m three months pregnant.”

She sets her handbag down on the island and takes a seat, then she pulls a notepad and pencil out and pushes the items in my direction. “So we can communicate.”

I pick up the pencil and write only one word.

Congratulations.

She smiles at me. “Thank you.”

After I’m done making tea for Cassia and coffee for myself, I sit down at the island and give her an expectant look.

“Oh, I’m just here to visit. I’m starved for female company, and I like you.”

Surprised, my mouth drops open.

She wants to spend time with me?

With a hopeful expression, she says, “I’d like to become friends with you.”

What?

When I stare at her, she lets out a chuckle. “That’s if you want to be friends with me.”

I nod quickly, my head bobbing up and down like crazy, and pulling the notepad closer, I quickly write.

I’d like that very much.

After she reads the sentence, she locks eyes with me and says, “I’m just going to address the elephant in the room. Why don’t you talk?”