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"We think this is where the water is coming from." Jake pointed at the wet patches on the wall. "We are waiting for the water to be turned off to dig in further."

"Any signs of mold?"

"No." Jake shook his head after looking at the men. "None so far. It will be delayed a little bit, but not by much."

"Good." Brushing his hands over the faded denim he had donned to visit the worksite, Flynn stepped closer to the wall and squinted at the water patches that were slowly spreading.

The construction of an entire office complex was a big and massive undertaking. But his company's reputation had always been and will always be one where superior products were used, and nothing was bypassed to try and hurry the job through.

Even if deadlines were not made, it did not matter to Flynn. He had seen where buildings collapsed because of shoddy workmanship and inferior materials and had sworn that would never happen to him.

"We are running behind time," Jake murmured.

"It doesn't matter." Pressing a hand on the cooling wall, he searched for some kind of crack and found none. "Deal with it and call me for any further issues."

"Yes, boss. Get back to work, and Sal, start digging into the wall."

Flynn made his way out of the expansive foyer of what was going to be the main building and into the iciness of the weather.

The snow had been cleared before the building, and he had received word that Ryleigh's house was now safe and salted. Looking around the area, he noticed the curious looks of onlookers as they made their way to and from the area.

They were building downtown, beautifying it according to the mayor’s exultant speech, breathing new life into the former dilapidated and derelict buildings that had been the home and haven of drug users and the homeless.

It was supposed to be a joint project, but everyone knew that his construction company was doing most of the work and spending most of the money.

Climbing into his jeep, he secured his door and seat belt before making the call. He had gone through most of the day without calling her because he did not want to feel like he was pressuring her. But he could not go through the day without hearing her voice.

She answered on the second ring, and he had to breathe to steady himself before responding.

"Hi."

"Why are you calling?"

He chuckled at the question, stretching his legs out as he prepared to chat.

"What do you think?"

"I don't have time-"

"How are you?"

"I am fine. Something you would have known for yourself if you had not sneaked out."

"I did not sneak out." He said swiftly. "I did not want to wake you, considering I kept you up most of the night. Have you eaten?"

There was a pause before she responded. "What are you doing?"

"Making certain you are taking care of yourself."

"I have been doing that for as long as I can remember."

"Now you are carrying my baby inside you. That makes a difference."

"If I say no, what are you going to do? Drop by and spoon-feed me?"

"I just might. Well, have you?"

"Yes, mother. I ate a bagel and drank some tea. Is that good enough for you?"