“We need to make a doctor’s appointment.”
“I already have. It’s in three weeks.”
“Three weeks? That’s a little late.”
“I drug my feet and couldn’t get in sooner, but don’t worry, other than morning sickness, I’ve been fine.”
Deciding not to micromanage her doctor visits, I bring up the next important item on my growing agenda. “I’ll need to hire you an assistant of your own, and we should probably go ring shopping.”
“Ring shopping?” Her voice rises in alarm. “But you’re already engaged!”
My brow pinches in confusion. “No, I’m not.”
“Yes—you are. I heard you after we…” she looks down at her lap. “You know what, never mind. I found a job, and I plan to?—”
“No, you don’t get to say never mind. Why the hell would you think I’m engaged?”
“Because I saw you with that pretty woman. The blonde, outside of your office, after the party.”
I think back to all the parties we’ve had, which are many, trying to figure out what she’s talking about.
“She said she was going to be a good Mrs. Prosper, and you kissed her.”
Suddenly, it clicks, and I laugh, despite the glare Penny is leveling at me.
“What’s-so-funny?” Penny snaps, and I swear, for one terrifying moment, it looks like she’s going to stab me with her fork.
“You saw what you saw, but you sure as hell didn’t understand it.”
“What do you mean?”
“That woman, Ms. Faraday, is going to be Mrs. Prosper in the television show Concable Productions is producing about my family. Ms. Faraday is an executive producer and will play my great-great-great-grandmother.”
Penny’s mouth drops. “Oh…”
“So, now that we’ve got that out of the way, are you still mad at me?”
“Of course! In fact, I’m more mad.”
“Then tell me how to make it right between us and convince you to stay.”
She frowns. “It’s not that simple.”
“I don’t see why the hell it’s not. You’re pregnant and I’m the father. It’s my job—my responsibility—to take care of you both.”
“That’s just it. I don’t want to be some guy’s ‘job’. I’ve seen you over the years, Grey, and I know your type—size zero, bottle blonde, implants big enough to serve as flotation devices.”
“Penny, that’s not my type.”
“Then tell me why the last few girls I’ve seen on your arm had those three things in common.”
“Because they were easy.”
“Obviously. I’m surprised you didn’t knock any ofthemup.”
“I didn’t mean it in that way.”
“Then tell me, how did you mean it?”
