Rachel smiles, one hand on her pregnant belly. “He really doesn’t mind. We’re all headed that way anyway. Let us save you the trip back.” I glance between them. “You’re headed which way?” “To your apartment.” At the look on my face, her smile falls. “Wait . . . did Tess not clear it with you first?” Tension coils in my chest. “Clear what with me?” Heaving a sigh, she calls out. “Tess!” Langley’s wife saunters over. “Hey, what’s up?” Rachel levels her with a stare. “Tess, why do I get the feeling that Karlsson here has no idea there’s a potluck dinner happening at his house tonight?” Tess
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