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back, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, mortified that he could tell. "Oh my God, Josh. I'm so sorry. Jake was talking to me, and I didn't actually puke since I hadn't eaten. I didn't even think to—"
    "Shh," he soothed, pulling me back in to his warm comforting body. "I can taste the crackers from the saltiness on those gorgeous lips of yours," he explained, making me all weak in the knees. "Now come on," he said, pulling me toward the kitchen just as the timer beeped. "I knew my nose wasn't failing me, and I want to send a picture of my plate to Jake," Josh joked, letting out a maniacal laugh that was the essence of a sibling relationship.
    I chuckled as I shuffled behind him to the kitchen. "See, that is probably half of Sav's reservations. We are both married to big children. Who needs more?"
     

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    Savannah
    G ETTING INTO THE OFFICE early on Monday morning was unheard of for me, but after arguing with Jake all weekend, I needed to get out of the house before he could bring up babies again. I was in my own world, making edits to my most recent photo shoot, when Brooke glided into my office.
    "Good morning, did you and Jake make up yet?"
    I smiled up at her, trying to avoid any more confrontation. "Jake and I are fine. But I've got to tell you, you're at the top of my shit list, currently."
    Brooke gasped, taking a seat on the couch. "What did I do now?"
    Amused, I went on, "Well, Jake has been going on and on about pot roast and you know how much I hate cooking, not to mention I've never been a fan of pot roasts. I think they're terrible."
    Brooke snickered, leaning further into my couch as she rested her head on the plush cushions. "Morning sickness is kicking my ass. I've already puked three times today."
    Waving my hands in the air, I tried to stop her from going any further, "Ew, I am so not interested in hearing about you puking your guts out. Yet another reason I'm not ready for children. I have no desire to be miserable for months on end, retching every time I smell seafood, or whatever it is that causes you pregnant women to toss your cookies every five minutes."
    Brooke let out a gurgled laugh, jumping off the couch just as Monica appeared in my doorway. "Ladies, I need to speak to…"
    I watched as Brooke barreled past Monica and down the hall toward what I could only assume was the ladies' room to puke her guts out for the fourth time this morning. Standing, I tried to attain Monica's attention. "Hey, Monica, sorry about Brooke. She's really sick. Is there something I can help you with?"
    Adjusting her thick-rimmed, cherry-red glasses, she glared at me, less than thrilled. "I needed both you and Brooke. "
    I cringed at the tone in which she'd said her name, knowing Monica would be looking for an explanation as to why Brooke had slammed past her just moments ago. Trying to save the moment, I piped up, "Well, I'm here and ready to take on any project you throw my way, so fill me in."
    Thirty minutes later, I darted down the hallway, flying past Brooke's office with my workout bag in tow. I needed to run, to blow off some steam. I knew I'd told Monica that I was ready for anything she would throw my way, but this was just cruel.
    I changed into my compression pants and tank top, then slipped on my favorite pair of hot pink running shoes and hopped onto the treadmill that overlooked downtown Denver. Our building had recently renovated the twenty-fifth floor, turning it into a state of the art gym that allowed for ample workout time when work made me crazy.
    Setting an intense speed, I began sprinting on the treadmill, all the while cranking up my iPod with my go-to running song, "Legs," by ZZ Top. It hadn't even been ten minutes, and sweat sheeted down my face as rapidly as my legs moved. I'd finally pushed Monica's so-called brilliant idea out of my head and was able to focus on the scenery that displayed itself before me when Brooke appeared before me.
    I tugged my ear buds out and gave