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meetings. I work out of my apartment.”
    Gavin grinned. There it was again. “Perfect. See, it would work great for you to work here. We don’t use the office at all. You can move in there with all your stuff.”
    “I haven’t agreed to moving. I need to think about it. You’re pushing me here.” Briana shook her head.
    “Come on. Let’s watch a movie, then if you insist, we’ll take you home,” Dillon said.
    “Wait, first I want to call Cole and talk to Tina. She’s a nurse and works here in Dallas a lot. She’ll know a good doctor for you,” Gavin said.
    “Then they’ll know I’m pregnant,” she said in horror.
    “So? They’re going to know anyway in a few days. You don’t think we’re going to keep it a secret, do you?” Gavin asked.
    “I guess I wasn’t thinking about them knowing.” Briana felt her face heat up at the thought of their gang knowing she was pregnant.
    Gavin settled her on the couch then pulled out his phone and pressed a number. After a few seconds, Cole must have answered.
    “I need to speak to Tina about a doctor. No, I’m fine. Briana is pregnant and I want a good pregnancy doctor for her. Yeah, thanks.”
    After a few seconds, Tina must have gotten on the line. Briana cringed.
    “Hey, Tina. Look, do you know a really good doctor for Briana? She’s pregnant. Yeah, uh-huh. Okay, thanks. Yeah, I’ll tell her. Bye.”
    “Okay, she gave me the name of a good doctor for you. We’ll make an appointment tomorrow. Is there any time you can’t go?” he asked.
    “No. I can go just about any time. What were you supposed to tell me?”
    “Oh, she said if you have any questions or trouble to call her. She’d be glad to talk to you.”
    “That’s nice of her. She doesn’t really know me.”
    “Don’t worry. We’re going to change that,” Dillon said. “You’ll go with us to the meetings and parties we have.
    “I don’t know…” she began.
    “No ifs, ands, or buts, Briana. You’re a part of the family now,” Gavin said.
    “Just because of the baby,” she whispered. “Look, I really need to go home. I have a long day ahead of me. I need to get some sleep.”
    She knew they wouldn’t argue with her about needing sleep.
    Gavin sighed and nodded. “Okay. You’re right. You need your sleep. We’ll watch a movie tomorrow night or Saturday.”
    The three of them climbed back in the truck with Dillon helping her up and strapping her in. They made it to her apartment in no time. She really wasn’t that far from them, which meant she wasn’t far from work, either.
    They helped her out of the truck, then walked her up to her apartment.
    “You really don’t need to be negotiating these stairs when you get a little bigger. You’ll be off balance. I’ll be scared you’ll fall,” Dillon said.
    “That’s enough, Dillon. You’re trying to influence my decision.”
    “That’s the plan,” he said with a mischievous grin.
    When they got to her apartment, she didn’t invite them in, much to their obvious dismay. They pulled her in for intimate kisses where tongues intertwined and teased along their mouth. She was almost dizzy by the time they had finished kissing her one right after the other. She held on to the door handle to keep her balance.
    “Lock the door, Briana,” Dillon reminded her.
    She nodded and closed the door and locked it. She rested her head against it and prayed for the strength to make the right decisions. Then she stood up straight and headed to bed. She would sleep on it. She had a lot to make up for with work tomorrow after missing out most of the afternoon.
    Once in bed, she relived the day and realized their house was much better equipped to handle a baby. She only had one room, and it was small. Fitting a baby bed in it was going to be tough. She sighed and willed herself to go to sleep. She needed to think about it some more.

Chapter Eleven

    “Man, a baby,” Dillon said for the millionth time.
    “It’s not like you haven’t known