Laurel
“I can’t believe he let you out of his sight. Aren’t you chained at the ankle to him?” I make a wry face at Kent Blackwood as I step into his office. His graphic design firm is working on a project for Henry and I.
“He had to go oversee a project he and Dimitrios are working on an hour away. I told him I’d be fine and he left me with my shadow there.” I point to Grant who chuckles.
Kent isn’t exaggerating. Ellis wouldn’t let me get more than ten feet away from him once I hit eight months pregnant. Now that I’m thirty-six weeks, it’s worse. He won’t even let me get up to pour a glass of water.
Kent laughs hard. “So, he doesn’t know you are here yet…or you told him afterwards didn’t you?”
Grant loses it then and I frown at him. “I told him afterwards. Beg for forgiveness rather
