“You are welcome.”

“Are you sure we aren’t rushing?”

Something clenched in his gut. “Are you having second thoughts?”

“No! Not at all.”

Okay, so that was good. “Have you changed your mind about walking down the aisle with a noticeable bump?”

“Definitely not.”

“Then we are not rushing things, we are simply being expedient.”

“Right. Um, Art called a little bit ago.”

Was that what had prompted her uncertainty? If so, was it because old feelings for her ex had resurfaced, or was it because seeing him made her question her decision-making skills when it came to marriage? “What did he want?”

“It finally sank in what you said about us getting married.”

“He is not invited.” Forgiving his family was one thing, her ex was a bridge too far.

“He wasn’t angling for an invitation, well not entirely.”

“That man has no shame.” And even less business sense.

even know the

to figure out. “Let me guess. He wanted a

“Yes! How could he?”

man like him?

disgust that transferred more than adequately over the cell phone. “I suppose so, but there was a time, and I find this really hard to

has feet of

body is clay, if you

afford to be generous. “Do you want me to bail his company

if I did?” she

“Yes.”

“You didn’t even hesitate.”

want you to

I suggested moving to smaller offices when I still worked at the firm, but he liked the

to acknowledge his poor choices and the effect

the employees that would be out of work, I made a few phone calls. Along with learning his best designers had left Très Bon, I discovered he’s mostly been staffing with temporary interns since the year

“So, no loan?”

“No loan,” Piper confirmed.

“I am sorry.”

am I, for the people who do rely on Très Bon for their livelihood and for his uncle, who is still living. Old Mr. Bellingham has to watch his company fall apart,

is not

told you he

feelings for him a long time

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