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sick. I’ve got my laptop and the client’s file. I may not be back today, but I have my cell phone in case you need to get a hold of me.”
    “What should I tell Mr. MacGregor when he gets back?”
    “Tell him I had a personal emergency and I’m going to be working from home for the rest of the day.” He wasn’t sure how his boss would respond, but he hoped he’d understand. After all, Samuel was the only junior associate at the firm with a number of billable hours that rivalled the partners’ combined total, and it was time they recognized his value.
    As he stepped into the elevator and pressed the down button, he started worrying. He’d directed so much of his anger toward his family, all the hurt and rejection he was feeling, toward Jill, and now, because of him, she was run down and not feeling well. No, it was time he figured out his priorities. He wanted Jill, or he thought he did, but he needed to figure out what was more important, his brothers or his girl, who was carrying a baby that could be his or Jake’s.
    Even though taking up with Deena had sent Jill Jake’s way, the fact that she had allowed another man to touch her, to bring out of her those soft sighs that he knew so well when he was buried deep inside her, was eating him alive. The fact that it had been his brother made it that much worse. Losing Jill had been bad, but losing his family, his brothers, was killing him.
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Chapter 6
    “Jill,” he called to her as he shut the door behind him. The apartment was quiet, but then, Jill didn’t make a lot of noise. Even when she worked, the only thing he’d hear would be the occasional soft sigh and the click of the keyboard. But not today.
    He lifted the strap of his laptop case over his head and dropped it on the sofa as he walked into the bedroom, and the first thing he saw was Jill sitting on the bed, pillows propped behind her, holding her laptop, with earphones plugged into her ears. She didn’t even see him standing in the doorway, she was so engrossed in what she was doing and whatever music she was listening to. His worry from moments before turned to anger.
    “Jill!” he barked, and this time she jumped, looking up, her eyes widening as she pulled the earphones from her ear.
    “What are you doing here?” She appeared surprised. “You said you would be late.”
    “Well, funny thing. Got a call from my brother, you know, Jake, and he tells me he called you and you were talking to him one moment and then you were gone. He was pretty sure he was hearing you being sick, and then you never came back on the phone. You disconnected and then didn’t answer again. He was worried, I’m worried. I called, too, and you didn’t answer, so what was I to think? So I raced home, and I’m in the middle of a really big case. Why the hell didn’t you answer the phone—and what are you doing, talking to my brother again, anyway?”
    She firmed her lips. “Would you like me to answer your demands in order?” She crossed her arms, giving him a look he’d never seen before.
    He just stood there and then gestured in frustration.
    “Fine,” she said. “Let me see. Yes, I was sick. It’s called being pregnant. I didn’t feel like talking to Jake, so I hung up. I saw he called back again, and I didn’t answer because I know how much it upsets you when I speak with him, so, to keep the peace and not upset you, I’m continuing to walk on eggshells around you, thinking all the time, ‘If I do this, will it upset Samuel?’ or ‘If I do this, will he finally be happy with me?’”
    He couldn’t believe what she was saying, making him sound like such an asshole.
    She shrugged. Her expression seemed so resigned. “I have a project I have to finish today, and I like listening to music at times. It relaxes me and drowns out the background noise of this empty place, so no, I didn’t hear the phone ring. And just to set the record straight, I’m not talking to your brother all the time. This is