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The touch was steady but electric, jerking a breath from her chest, making her cough again. His palm was huge and warm, a vibrating hum on her skin.

“I’m okay, ” she finally managed, and set the glass on the table.

He pulled away, curling his hand into a fist on his lap.

“And what does that amount buy you? ” Jess asked once she trusted her voice to come out steady.

“You go out for coffee. You date. ” Brandon held his hands out, shrugging, before picking up his fork. “Maybe you have a public appearance or two. Basically, you give it a chance. ”

David nodded. “You get to know him, Jessica. ”

She turned to River. “You’re so quiet. This concerns you, too, you know. I realize your default energy level is Cardboard Cutout, but I can’t get to know you if you don’t speak. ”

“I’m thinking, ” he admitted in a low growl.

Honestly, her mind was reeling. She’d never conceived of a situation like this. Was she physically attracted to him? Yes. Obviously yes. But so much of him felt inaccessible and deeply aggravating.

“Do you feel …? ” She didn’t know how to ask the question. She started over. “With everything you know, and everything you’ve seen, do you think this number is right? ”

He lifted his water, taking a long sip. With a steady, unhurried hand, he set the glass down and met her gaze. “I don’t know. ”

In the background, she was aware of Brandon and David digging into their food, trying to be inconspicuous as they listened to what should probably be a private conversation. Jess hated the way her stomach heated, the way it felt like there were bubbles rising from her bloodstream to the surface of her skin. “Do you … want it to be right? ”

The last thing she wanted to happen was for someone to get hurt, but it was hard to imagine walking away from thirty thousand dollars. How hard would it be to spend a few hours with this man for an amount that’d truly make her and Juno’s lives easier?

River closed his eyes and swallowed. When he opened them again, she saw the same conflict on his face that she felt inside. “I don’t know, ” he said again.

“So why are you willing to do this? ”

He lifted one shoulder. “I want to prove that I’m right. ”

Jess wasn’t sure what woman would think that answer was good enough. While she could appreciate this take from an intellectual standpoint, that was exactly the problem: this was supposed to be about unquantifiable, instinctive chemistry.

Wasn’t it?

Standing, she placed her napkin on the table. “I need to think about it. I’ll call you. ”

NINE

JESS WAVED TO Nana through the kitchen window and headed toward the back of the apartment. Juno was already tucked into bed with a book. Again. Fail, fail, fail. If Juno talked Pops into letting her have frozen fish sticks for dinner again, it would definitely push Jess over the edge.

Did every mom feel like this? Jess worked too much or didn’t work enough. She was spoiling Juno or Juno wasn’t getting everything she needed. Jess was a helicopter mom, or she was ignoring her kid. More often than not Jess was convinced that every decision she made was ruining Juno’s childhood in some way.

“Hey, Bug, ” she said, stepping around a basket of laundry and collapsing onto the bed next to her daughter. Pigeon stood and stretched, making her way up the mattress to curl in the space between them.

Juno turned a page. “Did you know female giraffes go back to where they were born to give birth? ”

Jess ran her fingers through Juno’s hair; the strands were still damp from her bath. “I did not know that. ”

“The baby just plops onto the ground. ” Juno threw her arms out in a dramatic splat.

“I guess if your mom is a giraffe that’d be a pretty big fall. ”

Juno angled the book for her, displaying a photo of a giraffe and her baby. “But the baby just gets up and runs. ” She turned the page. “And their necks have the same number of vertebrae as humans. Do you know how many that is? ”

“I think seven? ”

“Yep. ” Juno nodded once. “Good job. ”

Jess listened as her daughter read, but her head was a spin cycle, the conversation from dinner tumbling over and over and over inside. She wasn’t sure whether she was more insulted by the suggestion that she’d agree, or mad that she was thinking about agreeing. She’d be crazy to pass something like that up, right? It would make up for the Jennings account; it’d take care of health care for the rest of the year.

“—that reminds me of when Mr. Lannis had to wear a neck brace because he got a compressed nerve from karaoke. Hey, Mom? ”

When Jess refocused, she realized Juno had already closed her book. “What, baby? ”

“Why are you making that face? ” she asked.

“What face? ”

Juno ran a finger across her forehead. “The one Auntie Fizzy can’t make anymore because of the Botox. ”

“I’m not frowning, ” Jess said. “I’m just thinking. Someone asked me to do something and I’m not sure whether I should. ”

Now Juno frowned. “Is it bad? ”

“No. Not bad. ”

Purring, the cat climbed up onto Juno’s chest. “Is someone going to get hurt? ”

“I hope not, ” Jess said. “I don’t think so. ”

“Do you feel unsafe? ”

Jess bit her lips, trying to hold in a charmed laugh. This kid was repeating exactly what she would say if their positions were reversed. “No. ” Leaning in, she pressed a kiss to her head. “I don’t feel unsafe. ”

Once she sat up again, her daughter pinned her with a stern look. “Will you be lying? ”

You’re an important part of our research study, one-half of a score we need to validate—or invalidate—our binning paradigm prior to launch.

She shook her head. “I won’t be lying. ”

Juno set her book on the nightstand and scooped up Pigeon before snuggling them both down into her comforter. “Would you learn something? ”

Jess felt an intense pulse of pride in her kid, and the knee-jerk negative answer evaporated in her mouth.

Because … maybe she would.

SHE CAUGHT A glimpse of herself in the mirror at the end of the hall and wondered how the chaos inside her wasn’t more visible. If her outside matched her inside, she would look like a Picasso sculpture: head sideways, nose where her eyes should be, eyes on her chin. Instead she was still just Jess: brown hair, tired blue eyes, and what looked like the beginnings of a stress pimple on her forehead. Awesome.

Nana and Pops were playing cribbage in the courtyard; Jess grabbed a beer from the fridge and a sweater from the back of the couch and stepped outside to join them.

Mr. Brooks opened his window when he saw her, his white T-shirt striped by a pair of gray suspenders. “Jessica, ” he said, leaning outside. “I need to talk to you. ”

Jess shared a look with Nana, and walked back toward the building again, looking up to the second floor. “Yes, Mr. Brooks? ”

“I’m posting two photographs to the Nextdoor app. There are some kids who keep riding their scooters up and down the sidewalks, and I don’t like the look of them. There’s an entire sidewalk, but they insist on riding right next to my stoop. ” He made a fist and flattened it against the window frame. “I don’t want them knocking over my broom. ”

“I’ll watch for them. I know you use that broom every day. ”

“Thank you, Jessica. We can’t have kids running up and down the street here. Too many cars, too many people. And they don’t make that broom anymore. I’ve already fixed it once. ”

She nodded in solidarity and, satisfied, Mr. Brooks leaned back inside and closed the window.

Jess popped the cap off her beer and took a seat at the table. “To be fair, ” Pops said, arranging the cards in his hands, “it is a pretty great broom. ”

“I am no broom connoisseur so I shall take your word for it. ” Jess wrapped her arms around Nana and rested her head on her grandmother’s shoulder, closing her eyes. “Have I told you how much I love you? ”

Nana Jo patted her arm. “Not in the last thirty minutes. ”

Jess kissed her cheek. “Okay then. I love you a whole lot. ”

“How was dinner? ”

Jess laughed dryly. First of all, she’d left before she finished eating. A crime. Second … where to begin? “It was enlightening. ”

“Oh? ” Nana prompted, interest piqued. Nana loved a bit of drama.

Sitting up, Jess drew a line through the condensation on her beer bottle. Nana and Pops resumed their game. “Do you know how much it takes to raise a kid these days? ” she finally asked.

“A damn sight more than when we were doing it, I’m sure, ” Pops said, then played an ace for thirty-one and pegged forward two.

“Estimated to be at least $233, 610. That’s housing, ” Jess began, counting off on her fingers, “food, transportation, clothing, health care, child care, and miscellaneous. And that’s only to the age of seventeen. ”

Pops whistled and reached for his own beer.

“Tuition to a school like UCSD is fifty-two thousand for a four-year degree, ” Jess said. “And that’s an in-state public school. Juno could want to go out of state, and it would quadruple the price. I can barely afford ballet lessons. ” She took a long drag of her beer and then stood up to get another.

Pops looked at her over his glasses; the fairy lights suspended overhead reflected in the thick lenses. A candle flickered on the table; crickets chirped in a planter nearby. “I think you’d better tell us about this dinner. ”

Jess returned to her seat. “You remember the dating service Fizzy joined? ”

Nana laid down a card, and then moved her peg forward two. “The one where you spit in the tube? ”

“Yep. ” Jess turned to Pops. “And you remember the guy outside? The night you picked me up? ”

“Tall, good-looking? ” He paused, his smile smug. “So your mood that night was about him. ”

“No, but this mood is. ” She laughed. “That dating service isn’t really a dating service. Or … it is, but they don’t just find you dates. You provide a sample, they create a genetic profile, and then they give you a list of matches based on the criteria you select. Fizzy got five bazillion matches because she set the parameters really wide. ”

Pops nodded. “Sounds like Fizzy. ”

“And you did this? ” Nana asked.

Jess hesitated. “Fizzy bought me a kit for my birthday, and I had a moment of temporary insanity. The night Pops picked me up, the higher-ups had just told me about the person I’d been matched with. Tonight, at dinner, they had a proposition for me. ”

Nana’s brows disappeared beneath her wavy silver hair.

“I gave them very strict criteria. Apparently, I matched at a statistically unbelievable level with the guy Pops saw me arguing with. ” Jess took a deep breath. “His name is River Peñ a. He’s a PhD, the service’s top scientist, and one of the founders of the whole thing. ”

Pops whistled.

“What do you mean, statistically unbelievable? ”

“Most good matches score over fifty. Sixty-six to about ninety would be amazing. ” Jess stared into her empty bottle, unable to look at them when she said, “Our score was ninety-eight. ”

Nana reached for her wine.

“Yeah, ” Jess said, and then blew out a long, slow exhale.

“How often do they get a ninety-eight? ” Nana asked.

“Never. This is the highest match they’ve had to date. ”

“And do you like this Dr. Peñ a? ” she asked.

Jess cursed the traitorous zing that skyrocketed through her blood. “He’s attractive but has a brooding vibe. ” She put it in Nana Jo context: “Think Mr. Darcy, but without the lovely proclamations. He called me average, didn’t hold the elevator, speaks with less emotional fluency than the Alexa in your kitchen, and doesn’t know a thing about parking lot etiquette. ”

Nana Jo gently let Jess’s pettiness settle in the space between them as she and Pops played the rest of their hands.

“Okay, parking lot etiquette aside, could you like him? ” she finally asked.

The quiet murmur of Bahn Thai customers drifted over the fence, making Jess wonder whether they could hear her, too. She lowered her voice. “Aside from the score, I really don’t know. ”

Nana and Pops shared a look across the table. “And the proposition? ” Nana asked.

“That we get to know each other. ” Nana’s eyes widened, and Jess quickly clarified. “Not like that, jeez. Just—see if the data is right, if we are somehow emotionally compatible. ”

Apparently satisfied with this answer, Nana Jo looked down at her cards before counting aloud the points she had in the crib. She moved her peg on the game board, and then turned her attention to Jess. “You seem more conflicted about it than if you simply didn’t like him. ”

“Well …” Jess stared into the dark abyss of her bottle. “They offered to pay me. ”

Nana reached for her wine again. “Oh boy. ”

Pops fixed Jess with his watery gaze. “How much? ”

She laughed. Of course that would be Pops’s question. “A lot. ” They waited. “Ten grand a month a lot. ”

They both blinked. The silence stretched. A car sped by; someone laughed at the restaurant next door.

“Just to get to know each other, ” Nana clarified. “No sex. ”

“Right. ” Jess lifted a single shoulder. “They need to validate the science. And I would definitely like $30, 000. ”

“But you’re hesitating, ” Pops said.

“Of course I am. ”

Pops pinned her with a serious expression. “He seems harmless? ”

“We don’t really get along, but as far as I can tell, he’s not a sociopath. He’s not nearly charming enough to be one. ” When neither of them laughed at this, Jess said, “He has a lot riding on the company, obviously. I don’t think dropping my body in a dumpster would be worth losing the millions he stands to make if they have a successful IPO. ”

Pops took off his glasses. “Then I don’t know what you have to think about. ”

“Ronald Davis, ” Nana chastised. “This has to be her decision. ”

“What? ” he said, hands up in defense. “You would turn down that kind of money? ”

“Not now, obviously. ” She motioned to herself before giving Jess a conspiratorial wink. “Ask me forty years ago and you’d get a different answer. ”

“Nana Jo, I am shocked, ” Jess said with a teasing smile.

“If you saw her forty years ago, you wouldn’t be. ” Pops leaned back, dodging Nana’s playful slap to his shoulder. “Nobody’s asking me, but I think you should do it. As long as they’re not asking you to lie, or cheat, or rob a bank, ” he said. “Go to a couple restaurants. Make conversation, hear some stories. At the very least you’ll earn a little time to breathe. ” He picked up his cards again. “UCSD isn’t getting any cheaper. ”

“YOUR KID CRACKS me up. ”

Seated on a park bench, Fizzy and Jess watched Juno try to teach Pigeon to walk on a leash. The kid took one step forward and patiently waited for the cat to follow. Around them, dogs chased balls and licked faces and barked, tails wagging. Hunkered low to the ground in the harness and suspicious of every shadow, sound, and blade of grass, Pigeon looked like she was about to sprint out of her skin, cartoon-style.

“Other than the Great Cat Chase a few weeks ago, she’s never really been out of the courtyard, ” Jess said. “I’m sure she feels the way we would if we were put in a harness and set down on Mars. ”

For native San Diegans, any forced indoor time was borderline intolerable, and by three o’clock on Friday afternoon, the first sunny day in over a week, Trolley Barn Park was crawling with people seeking sunshine. The air had that bright, cold smell after all the pollution was washed from the clouds and the dirt was cleared from tree branches. The sky was an unreal royal blue. And Juno’s chestnut braids were a streak of playful red against the blue-green backdrop.

“Don’t tug her, ” Jess reminded her gently.

“I’m not. ”

Out of the corner of her eye, Jess saw Pigeon’s tail twitch just moments before she dove forward, catching something triumphantly in her paws. All that time she’d been hunkering down, she’d been on the hunt.

Juno squealed, delighted. “Mom! ” She waved Jess over, and Jess halted just as Juno said, “Pigeon caught a praying mantis. ”

That was a Hell No from Jess, but Fizzy jumped up, getting an eyeful of the six-inch-long insect Pigeon clearly had no idea what to do with. She trapped it, batted it with a paw, and simultaneously looked semi-disgusted by the entire thing.

“Juno, ” Jess said, laughing, “baby, just get Pigeon to let it go. ”

Juno bent, prying the cat’s paws apart and releasing the praying mantis, which calmly prowled away.

Fizzy settled back on the bench and, somehow, Jess knew what was coming. “We could all learn a lot from that cat. ”

“Here we go, ” she said.

“Jumping on an opportunity when we see it. ”

“Mm-hmm, ” Jess answered, distracted.

“Like, sure, ” Fizzy continued, ignoring her, “I get being careful, but when the opportunity arises, take it. ”

“Like Pigeon did? ” Jess said, laughing. “She caught that poor thing and had zero clue what to do next. ”

She felt Fizzy turn to look at her. “You think you wouldn’t know how to use thirty thousand dollars? ”

“Actually, that’s the part that I’m stuck on—the greatest incentive and the biggest drawback. I need money, but in some ways, I think it’d be easier to do this purely for the sake of science or whatever. ” She shrugged, tilting her face to the sky. “Being paid to ‘get to know River’ feels vaguely … illegal. ”

Fizzy laughed. “And see, I put that in the ‘pro’ column. ”

“You’re the adventurous one. ”

“All I’m saying is you’d be insane to not do this. ”

Jess let out a long, slow breath. “Trust me, I’m seriously considering it. ”

“Good. ” After a long stretch of quiet, Fizzy added, “Incidentally, I met someone I really like last night. ”

They’d been together since almost seven thirty that morning, and she was only mentioning this now? “Really? Is he a match? ”

“He is what’s known in science as an ‘organic match, ’” Fizzy joked. “Daniel had a few people over, and this guy Rob was there. He’s Daniel’s brother’s friend from college and is now a banker, which I realize sounds so generic it has to be fake, but I made him show me his business card and it’s legit. It actually says ‘Banker. ’ He’s funny and good-looking, and I was in peak Fizzy mode last night and he seemed charmed by it. ”

“Peak Fizzy mode as in oral manifesto about the positive impact of romance novels on society? Or peak Fizzy mode as in spontaneously wallpapering your bedroom at midnight with pages from your favorite books? ”

“Peak Fizzy mode as in three shots of tequila and recruiting Rob to help me hide Daniel’s shoes all over the house. ”

“Ah. ” Jess turned her attention back to Juno, who had given up on walking Pigeon and was letting other children pet the cat instead. “You should have Banker Rob tested to see how he compares to the other dates. ”

“I’m not actually sure I want to, ” Fizzy said. “I had the scores for those other guys, and we had fun, but going in knowing that they probably wouldn’t work long-term made it easy to not take it seriously. I didn’t expect my dates to be life-altering, and they weren’t. Was it because the test is right, or because I didn’t expect them to be soulmates? ”

“I mean, statistically you’re more likely to get a soulmate with a Silver Match than you are to ever get a Titanium Match. ”

“You’re statisticsizing me. ”

Jess laughed. What could she really say to Fizzy when she was, herself, grappling with the opposite concern: Did people given a score of ninety-eight just assume that person would be their happily ever after?

“And I keep thinking you’re crazy to not get to know River, ” Fizzy continued, “but if I got a Diamond Match, would I feel overwhelmed with the pressure and bail, too? ”

Jess laughed at their mental symmetry. “Mm-hmm. ”

“Then again, I think if I got even a Gold Match, I’d be pretty stoked. ” Fizzy pulled a leg beneath her, turning to face Jess. “There’s something about knowing you align according to all of these biological factors that makes it easier to imagine compromising on some of the ways I’m set in my routine. ” She paused. “But still. ” She exhaled, puffing out her cheeks. “I like Rob. I don’t want to know yet that he and I aren’t supposed to end up together. ”

“So you do believe it? ” Jess asked, gently poking Fizzy’s knee with her index finger. “All of this DNADuo stuff? ”

Fizzy caught her hand and interlaced their fingers. “I think the more important question is: Do you? ”

TEN

CONSUMED BY A strange disorientation, Jess climbed from her car outside the GeneticAlly building. It was after seven, and the parking lot was empty, but the stillness was somehow more unsettling. Her hands seemed to float ten feet away from her body; it felt like she was gliding more than walking. This physical dissociation wasn’t new to her. She’d felt it on and off her entire childhood, and therapy had revealed that it happened when she was avoiding thinking about what it all meant. But every time she thought about the prospect that the DNADuo really was right and that she and River might actually be good together, a wall went up inside her and the entire mental monologue just went dark.

And now that she was here, Jess had no idea whether she’d made the right decision by telling David that she would come to the office to meet with them. Their lawyer would be present. They would sign a contract … after that, Jess had no clue.

She expected to be met by the receptionist or maybe Lisa. But this time, waiting for her near the untouched couches was River.

Her breath caught in her throat. Hidden in the shadows, he looked skyscraper tall and angular. The thought of relishing touching him … it made her feel light-headed.

He pulled his hand from a pocket and lifted it in a careful wave. “Hey. ” His hand hesitated, unsure, rising up to scratch the back of his neck. “I didn’t know whether you’d actually show up. ”

“That makes two of us. ”

What’s in it for you? she wanted to ask. Is this about glory, or money, or something else? He certainly wasn’t here for the pursuit of love.

With a little sideward tilt of his head, he led her back through the double doors, down the hall, to the elevator, where he depressed the Up button with that long index finger.

“How was your day? ”

Jess bit her bottom lip, swallowing an incredulous smile. He was trying. “Um, it was fine, how was yours? ”

“Pretty good. ”

“Do you always work this late? ”

“Pretty much. ”

The doors opened; they stepped in and were swallowed into the tiny vessel together.

“Do you have any questions for me? ” he asked.

She wasn’t fast enough this time, and the surprised laugh escaped. “Yes. Thousands. How nice of you to ask. ”

“Okay, ” he said, smiling down at his shoes, “I guess I deserve that. ”

“The only one I think I really need to know before we go into the conference room is: Is it true you’re not currently in a relationship with anyone? ”

River shook his head. “I would never do this if I were. ”

“Okay, good, ” she said, and quickly added when his brows slowly rose: “Me either. ”

“I do have one question, ” he said as they reached the second floor. The doors opened, and they stepped out into the hall, but then stopped and faced each other still out of hearing range of the conference room. “Why did you take the test in the first place? You don’t seem to be all that excited about the prospect of any match, let alone a Diamond. ”

“That, ” Jess said, grinning and pointing at him, “is the question of the day. ” Her smile faded, hand dropped, and she realized she wasn’t going to get out of this with deflection or humor. His was a good question. She’d genuinely felt a desire to start making her own life bigger in the moment, so why was she here now, feeling resistant to the entire process?

Immediately Jess knew: the idea of finding The One—it was just too much.

“I’d had a really bad day, ” she said quietly. “That day I ran into you downtown. You took my parking spot. You didn’t hold the elevator. I lost a big account, had to sit in a room full of smug married couples, went home, and just felt pathetic. I spit into the vial and sent it, but I shouldn’t have. ”

She watched the reaction to this pass across his features.

“We all feel worst at night, ” she said. “I should have waited until the morning. ”

He nodded once. “Okay. ”

And then he turned and continued down the hallway.

That was it? Seriously? He asked the Hard Question and she answered honestly and he nodded and moved on?

What was he even thinking? This man was a vault.

River waited at the threshold to the room for her, and gestured for her to step in ahead of him. She’d expected a roomful of people to witness the ceremonial contract signing between two Diamond Matches who, at best, tolerated each other. But instead, there were only two people inside: David and a man Jess didn’t know, but who looked so much like Don Cheadle that she felt an excited smile burst across her face before she realized he was just a very close doppelgä nger.

David clocked her reaction, and laughed. “I know. It’s uncanny. ”

“I’m Omar Gamble, ” Don Cheadle said. “I’m the head legal counsel for GeneticAlly. It’s nice to meet you, Jessica. ”

“Just Jess. ” She reached out, shaking his hand.

What were they thinking of her right now? Desperate? Stupid? Opportunistic? Honestly, though, for that much money, did she even care what they thought?

There wasn’t much more to be said, so they all shuffled to their chairs. Omar opened a folder and pulled out a small stack of papers. “We know you haven’t brought legal counsel, but wanted to give you some time to look this over. ”

“Would you like River and me to leave the room? ” David asked.

River began to stand, which irked her. At least let her decide.

Obstinately, she said, “No. Stay, if you don’t mind. ”

Slowly, River settled back into his seat.

Honestly, this situation was a first. She and River sat beside each other on one side, facing David and Omar, and she’d just asked them to stay and essentially watch her read five dense pages of legalese. As carefully as she could under the press of their conspicuous attention, she read through the contract.

WHEREAS Individual A (JESSICA DAVIS) has indicated to GENETICALLY LLC and Individual B (RIVER PEÑ A) a willingness to engage …

… Individual A further agrees to limit disclosure of Confidential Information …

… at least three (3) interactions per calendar week including but not limited to outings, phone calls …

… publicity appearances and/or interviews not to exceed two (2) per calendar week …

… explicitly state that no physical contact is contractually obligated on the part of Individual A or Individual B throughout the …

… will be compensated in the amount of ten thousand dollars ($10, 000 USD) per month for the duration of the contract, beginning on the 10th day of February …

… IN WITNESS WHEREOF, Individual A and Individual B have executed this agreement himself or herself or have caused this Agreement to be executed by his or her appointed representative as of the signature date below.

Jess leaned back, exhaling slowly. This was … a lot to take in.

“Take your time, ” Omar said with a smile that filled his eyes. “It’s a strange situation, we get it. ”

She looked at River. “Have you read it? ”

He nodded.

“Did you have any objections? ”

He stared at her, blinked. Finally, “My concerns were addressed before you arrived. ”

“And they were? ”

“I requested item fifteen. ”

Jess looked down, flipping to the second page. … no physical contact is obligated on the part of Individual A or Individual B throughout the duration of the Agreement, and any such contact is at the sole discretion of the parties listed herein. GeneticAlly LLC, and its agents, assigns, officers, and Board of Directors, are hereby indemnified against any claim of action or resulting damages arising from any such contact.

Her feminist brain was giving River a standing ovation for ensuring that she didn’t feel pressured into anything physical. But the insecure beast inside was louder. River wanted it in black and white that they didn’t have to touch each other? Ladies and gentlemen: her soulmate.

Humor came to her defense. “Got it: I’m not being paid to pet the beast. ”

Omar nodded, stifling a smile. “Correct. ”

“Additionally, if I find myself unable to keep my libido in check, ” she said, “and River surprises us all and realizes that blood and not silt runs through those veins, and I get knocked up, it’s not on you guys. ”

River coughed sharply, and Omar smothered this smile with a fist. “Correct. ”

She saccharine-smiled at River. “Not to worry. Great addition, Americano. ”

“It felt like a necessary clarification, ” he said stiffly.

Looking back to Omar, Jess said, “One thing I don’t see here—and it’s good, I guess—but I’d like it explicitly stated that I don’t want my daughter involved contractually in any way. I don’t want her to be photographed or included in any of these outings or interviews. ”

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