“Can I be very clear about something? I’m not pregnant and Kayce and I have been over for—well, it was never anything serious.” I set my mug down on the counter and twist my hands in front of me. I hate confrontation and this feels like I’m being the worst kind of imposition. “Look, I understand completely if you’ve changed your mind—” “You said you are a worker, didn’t you?” He cuts me off and gives me a hard stare. Challenging me in the gray light of this kitchen that now feels about ten times smaller than it did a minute ago. “Well, yes.” “As of right now, that’s what I need. A worker. My
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