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maybe not.”
    Oh, great. Now I was freaking out.
    “What do I do if I get contacted about that?” I asked worr iedly. “What if they show up at my shop?”
    Mig looked at me, studying me so long that I worried I asked a stupid question.
    “Do you have an alarm at your shop?” He asked.
    I shook my head.
    “No. There’s nothing really in it to steal. While I’m doing massages, I lock the door. The only thing they could get to if they broke in is about two hundred bottles of shampoo, conditioner, mousse and lotion,” I answered.
    He nodded, turning back to the door when someone came outside.
    My breath caught in my throat when I saw Jennifer standing there with a huge bag in her hand.
    She looked around the parking lot, her face showing her confusion as she turned in a slow circle.
    Her arms crossed over her chest, her large bag slammed against her stomach, and Mig growled.
    My breath caught as I watched Mig watch her.
    He may not love Jennifer, but he did love their baby.
    And when Jennifer stomped to a bench on the side of the store, fell heavily into it, then pulled out her phone, I hoped beyond hope that Mig’s phone would ring.
    Instead, I waited with bated breath as she called someone else, spoke for a few long minutes with wild hand gestures, then dropped the phone back into her purse.
    She crossed her arms over her stomach angrily and glared at the parking spot where her car had been sitting.
    Mig slowly let out a breath at my side, and I turned to him once again.
    “Do you want your baby?” I asked carefully.
    He nodded.
    “Yeah.”
    Simple as that.
    No more, no less.
    That was totally Mig.
    Would he change his mind about Jennifer when she gave birth to their child?
    Children changed everything, absolutely everything.
    My parents like to talk all the time about how they had grand plans on traveling the world.
    Then I was born, and all their plans were derailed…not that they were that upset about it.
    I was supposedly the ‘best thing that ever happened to them.’
    Although, I’d heard my mother say the same thing to my sister, so I knew she was lying to one of us.
    But children were used as pawns in divorce all the time.
    Would this child be?
    I hoped not.
    The child deserved to have two parents who could at least be cordial to one another.
    And I hoped beyond hope that the story of the baby’s conception forever stayed a secret.
    We waited for long minutes, and just when I was about to suggest we go over there, Mig leaned forward.
    “Bingo,” he growled.
    I blinked, studying the parking lot.
    That was when I saw the white Mercedes.
    Mig started to repeat letters and numbers to himself as he pulled out his phone, then he typed it in before shoving it back into his pocket.
    I wondered what those letters had meant until I saw Jennifer round the car and open the passenger door.
    And the brief glance we got of the driver had my stomach plummeting.
    “I know him !” I said, thinking back to the client that I saw every Sunday and Thursday. “I give him massages twice a week after he plays a few rounds of golf at the country club just outside of town.”
    Mig growled.
    “What’s his name?” He asked.
    I closed my eyes and thought of the name that was just on the tip of my tongue.
    “Larry…Leonel…no…Liam!” I said excitedly. “His name is Liam Cornell.”
    “What’s he do?” Mig asked, turning to me once the car that was picking Jennifer up pulled out into traffic.
    I shook my head. “I don’t know. I only massage him twice a week. During those times, he has his ear phones in, and I barely say a word to him the entire time.”
    Mig blinked.
    “Is that your way with every male client?” He asked.
    I nodded. “Every female client as well. I try to stay out of their business while I’m massaging, since it’s such a personal experience. As for doing hair, that’s when I’ll know my clients better.”
    Mig nodded. “What times does he usually come?” He continued.
    I pursed my lips.