“I know, but the time away helped me. Now, I have a brighter outlook on our future. She’s going to be a problem. There’s no way around that, but loving him is worth all of it.”
“Absolutely, and she knows, Bizzy. I saw it on her face the day in the hospital when you walked away. She knows it’s real between you two. She’s desperate.”
I don’t want to think about her, so I change the subject. “You sure you’re okay living with us?”
“Of course. Our schedules are so crazy, I doubt it’ll be any kind of problem. Besides, if you think I’m giving up a swank apartment to live in a hotel, you’re crazy.”
“He’d get you a place of your own.”
Her eyes grow wide in disbelief then start to dance with humor. “He really does have more money than sense, doesn’t he?”
“He wants to take care of you, too. He knows how close we are.”
“Well, how about we see how it goes. It’s only another six weeks. I’m sure we can handle it.”
She looks over my shoulder and back to me with a slight head jerk. Shaw sits down, handing us each a beer, and brushes his fingertips down my cheek before giving me a sweet kiss.
The amount of love I have for this man grows with every touch. I know we’re going to make it.
Now, we need to figure out how to deal with Sasha.
Chapter 26
Shaw
The last two weeks have been better than I deserve. Bizzy is thriving in her position, helping wherever she’s needed, and even giving input on the policies and procedures being implemented. I haven’t seen her this happy since she found out about Sasha.
We didn’t spend much time apart in Miami, but living together is totally different. I fucking love it. Surprisingly, Claire is fun to have around. I’ll be glad when we get back to my condo, and it’s the two of us, but for now, Claire is a great roommate. Even if she wasn’t, Bizzy wants her here, so I’d deal with it.
My phone rings, flashing Sasha’s name, and I lean back in my chair, preparing for our daily call. Since our family lunch, she calls every day, and as promised, I take the call or make sure to call her back. Typically, she tries to steer our conversation to my work, what exactly I’m doing, and when I’ll be back in Miami. But I dodge her by redirecting the conversation to her. That usually makes her forget her interrogation, and I listen to her drone on for at least half an hour about her life, her work, and her upcoming social engagements.
The phone rings for the third time, and I know if I don’t answer now, she’ll start sending text messages, so I reluctantly pick up.
“Sasha.”
“Ren! You won’t believe what’s happened!” For the first time in my life, I hear cheerful excitement from her.
“What?”
“The baby has moved!”
“I thought the baby had been moving for weeks.”
“But it really moved! I was up all night as he or she kicked and turned. Some of it was uncomfortable, but things were different when I got up this morning.”
“Is everything okay?” Alarm bells ring in my head.
“Yes! I called the doctor’s office, and they explained it was normal, but there’s a chance with the new position we can tell the gender. So I upped my appointment to tomorrow afternoon! They’re going to fit us in late in the day, so you have time to come home.”
Tomorrow? She needs me there tomorrow? Tomorrow is Friday, and Bizzy’s birthday is Saturday. I have a huge surprise planned, which will hopefully end up with her agreeing to marry me.
“Ren? Are you there?”
“Yes, sorry, I’m just surprised.”
“Well, isn’t it exciting? We’ve been waiting for this forever.”
“Tomorrow’s a little sudden. I need to reschedule some things. Is there any way we can do this next week?”