The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife novel Chapter 72

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Sare best friend you are! Fine, abatidon me to my fate. But I’m nafting the ugliest centerpiece after you! I smiled, about to respond when another notification popped up: *Dr. Nate Pierce: Free for dinner tonight?*

My stomach did a weird flip that had nothing to do with morning sickness. Gas, the traitor, perked up at Nate’s name appearing

on my screen.

“Don’t give me that look,” I told him. “I know you miss your friends but this is coraplicated.”

He tilted his head, clearly unconvinced by my logic.

I tried to avoid Nate those two weeks. Especially after I found out I was pregnant. I didn’t want to give Nate any possible hints, which would only complicate things. “First of all,” I found myself explaining to my dog, “I’m not ready for… anything. With anyone.” I touched my stomach instinctively. “And second, he works with Kyle sometimes. That’s just… messy.”

Gas flopped onto his back, apparently done with my rationalizations.

*Sorry, not feeling up to going out tonight*, I typed quickly. *Rain check?*

The message showed as read immediately, but no response came. I watched the three dots appear and disappear at least four times, each pause making my stomach clench a little tighter.

“What do you think that means?” I asked Gas, who had given up on the rope toy and returned to bump his nose against my belly. “The dots thing? That’s weird, right?”

He just sighed, clearly unimpressed with human communication methods.

A car horn answered – three short beeps from the street below. I knew that sound. Knew exactly what I’d find if I looked out the window.

“No way.” But I was already moving to check, Gas trotting happily beside me.

Sure enough, Nate’s ridiculous silver Aston Martin gleamed in the late afternoon sun. He leaned against the driver’s side door in jeans and a light sweater, looking like he’d stepped out of a luxury car commercial.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.”

Gas barked once, his tail wagging furiously. Clearly someone was Team Nate.

“This is borderline stalking, you know that right?” I told him, even as I found myself reaching for my keys. “And you’re supposed to be on my side.”

He just grinned his doggy grin, escorting me to the door like he’d appointed himself my personal security detail.

“Fine.” I grabbed my bag, checking my reflection quickly. The loose sweater still hid my small bump well enough, though soon that wouldn’t be an option. “But I’m not changing. And this isn’t a date.”

Gas woofed.

“Whose dog are you anyway?” But I scratched his ears before leaving. “Be good.”

The elevator ride gave me time to second-guess this entire situation. What was I doing? I should text him, say I’m not feeling well, go back upstairs and hide with my spreadsheets and my dog and my complications…

The doors opened before I could follow through on any of those impulses.

The evening air held just enough chill to justify hugging my sweater closer as I made my way outside. Nate straightened when he saw me, and something in his smile made my chest feel tight.

“This is actually stalking, you know,” I called as I approached. “Like, legally stalking.”

“Only if it’s unwanted attention.” He pushed off from the car. hands in his pockets. “Is it unwanted?”

Chapter This isnt a date

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I stopped a few feet away, studying him. He looked… nervous? That was new. “I haven’t decided yet.”

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