What else was okay? A quick search on her phone taught Jules that pregnant women weren’t supposed to drink more than two cups of coffee a day. There was no way she was going to tell Vivian that. She sighed and filled a to-go cup.

She rushed back to the office and placed the whole lot on Vivian’s desk just as the woman herself was walking through the door. She was already talking a mile a minute on her cell phone.

“No, I’ve told him I’m not going to budge. Well, you’ll just have to arrange it. It’s your job to—” She stopped when she saw the plate of fruit.

Jules held her breath.

Vivian continued, almost without missing a beat. “Call me when you’ve resolved this. Which will hopefully be before ten o’clock tomorrow morning.”

Oh. The attorney. Jules didn’t envy him having Vivian as a client.

“Goodbye.” She ended the call and in the same breath said, “Julia.”

Jules straightened her back. Oh boy, now what?

Vivian raised her coffee cup. “Is this a regular coffee?” she demanded.

Jules blinked. “Yes,” she said. “I mean, it’s your usual—”

“Decaf,” Vivian snapped, scowling at Jules and giving her the worst ever how-could-you-be-so-stupid look.

Jules’s jaw dropped. So Vivian had done some reading too. That was fast. She looked around to make sure they were alone, lowered her voice, and said, “I looked it up, and you can have two cups of regular a day, if you want.”

Vivian looked at her.

Jules swallowed. “Is the fruit okay, or do you want something else?”

Vivian glanced at the plate again. “It’ll do.” At that moment, her stomach growled. Her cheeks reddened.

Jules quickly turned before Vivian could see her smirk and raced back to the cafeteria. When she returned with a decaf coffee, the banana, one of the plums, and half the pear were gone.

At three o’clock, Vivian announced to the nearest underling, “I’ll be out for the rest of the afternoon. Julia, come with me.”

Jules couldn’t stop herself and shared a surprised look with the underling, who she was pretty sure came from editorial. Then she shook herself, called for Ben, and packed up.

Once inside the car, Jules expected Vivian to give her some kind of errand—like, go to Alaïa after Ben dropped Vivian off or something. But she only said, “To Dr. Latchley’s office. Julia, I hope you brought something to take notes.”

Jules stared before she managed, “Yes. Sure.” Then she fumbled in her bag for her tablet.

“You won’t need that until we get there,” Vivian pointed out acidly and turned to gaze out the window.

“Right.” Jules snapped her bag shut, blushing. Vivian wanted her to sit in on her doctor’s visit and take notes. She could do that. No matter how incredibly weird it seemed.