It takes every ounce of strength to muster up the courage to speak. “I’ll do it,” I whisper.
“Olivia?”
Of course, he doesn’t recognize my number or my voice either. “Yes, it’s Olivia Summers. I’ll do it,” I say.
I swear there’s a smile on his face. Maybe I just imagine it.
“Good. I’ll need you to come by and fill out some paperwork.”
“At your office?” I ask, my voice squeaks.
I haven’t left yet. I could march back inside and handle all the tedious stuff now. The sooner, the better. I want to put a roof over my head.
“No, my house,” he says. “I’ll text you the address. How about on Monday afternoon or evening?”
That’s four days away.
It feels like a lifetime. I have no money in my wallet, and my gas tank is getting low—four days without a decent meal. I should have saved half of the sandwich he gave me.
“Any chance we can do it sooner?” Maybe I can convince him to give me an advance on my pay. I desperately need the money, and I’m not going to get pregnant overnight. That isn’t how this works.
“Is Monday not good for your schedule? I’ll reach out to my attorney and have him finalize the paperwork,” Jace says. He’s all business. I can’t imagine him being a father. He seems too busy with Barone Industries to raise a child, but busy men have kids.
“Maybe we could meet tonight to discuss the specifics. I’ve never been a surrogate before, and other than the basics of carrying a pregnancy to term, I don’t know what you’re expecting of me.”
“Fair enough. Come by tonight around eight. I’ll text you the address. We can go over the particulars along with any questions that you have.”
I breathe a sigh of relief. “Great.”
Maybe I can sneak some food out of his fridge while I’m over at his house.