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cent Jarrod left me, and it’s been accruing interest for the past five years.”
    Spencer let out a relieved breath. “Good. Then you can afford—”
    â€œNo I can’t. I need someplace cheap. What if my baby is a genius and wants to go to an Ivy League college? I want to be able to send him. Then there’s graduate school or medical school.”
    Spencer smiled. “Getting a little ahead of yourself there, aren’t you? The baby’s not even born yet and you’re planning his college education?”
    â€œNo. I’m being a responsible parent and trying to ensure the best future I can give my and Jarrod’s son.”
    Spencer simply stared at her with an odd look on his face.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œNothing,” he answered, glancing away. “I just...didn’t...”
    Krissy finished for him, “Expect I’d want to be a good, responsible parent?” She could have gotten offended. Instead she looked down at her belly and rubbed each side. “Jarrod entrusted me with a part of him. He believed in me, believed I’d make a good mother for his child. I’m honored to have his baby, to give his parents a grandson. I loved him, maybe not the same way he loved me,” she wiped at a tear threatening to spill out of her right eye, “but I did love him. And I love our baby and will do everything in my power to see he grows up happy and healthy and is afforded every opportunity I can give him.”
    She lifted her eyes to Spencer. “I’m not the same person I was in high school. I may not do things according to everyone else’s schedule, but I do what needs to be done by the time it needs to be done.”
    She pushed back from the table and stood. “Thank you for this information.” She picked the paper up from the table, folded it, and slid it into the pocket of her scrub top.
    Spencer stood, too. “I picked my apartment building, because I’m there. Well, not all the time. It’s soccer season now, so I’m busier than during off season. I rotate traveling to away games with another assistant athletic trainer.” He slid his hands into the front pockets in his slacks, the move relaxed and confident and oh, so sexy. “What I’m trying to say is, I thought it would be nice for you to have a friend close by just in case. Middle of the night? I can hop on the elevator, be there in minutes, rather than getting into the car and driving to wherever you are. Unless there’s some other guy you’d rather call, then by all means, call him. Either way, I don’t plan on bothering you.”
    â€œOr checking up on me?” Like Kira tended to do.
    â€œNot up, but checking in on you, to make sure you’re okay, to see if you need anything.” He held up both hands. “That’s all. I promise to respect your privacy. And I won’t ever come over without being invited.”
    Maybe that’d work, if the rents were reasonable, and until she figured out what she wanted to do and where she wanted to be long term, after J.J.’s birth. Maybe she’d move back to New York City to be closer to Jarrod’s parents. “Thank you, Spencer. Really.” She looked up into his eyes. “For the record, no, there is no other guy I’d rather call. Well, except for Derrick, but then Kira would come too, and I’m trying to avoid bothering her. And, yes. I’ll think about looking into available apartments in your building.”
    Someone knocked on the door.
    As Krissy went to answer it Spencer said, “Great. And if you need a Lamaze coach...”
    â€œAbsolutely not.”

CHAPTER FOUR
    F IVE DAYS LATER , on Saturday morning, Spencer found himself driving to Lamaze class with an unhappy Krissy in the front passenger seat of his car.
    â€œHow do you like your new place?” he asked, trying to make conversation.
    â€œIt’s fine,” she answered, sounding