Page 117 of One Baby Daddy
Adalyn:I recommend it.
Hayden:Done.
* * *
Hayden:Leaving my place in a few to pick you up.
Adalyn:I’ll wait outside in the front of the complex.
Hayden:No way, I’ll come get you.
Adalyn:Logan is here.
Hayden:I’ll be sure to slow down enough by the curb for you to get in.
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Hayden’s black Porsche Cayenne pulls up to the curb, the sleek car polished and glittering under the streetlights. Popping out of the car, Hayden rounds the hood and opens the door for me as I reach for the handle.
“Can’t let me be a gentleman?”
Smiling, I pat his chest. “Not a date, remember?”
“Doesn’t mean I still can’t open the door for you. Let me be old-fashioned; there are few of us left in the world.”
I settle into my seat, the soft leather sucking me in like quicksand. Forget the restaurant, I can eat here and be the happiest person on earth.
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that. We millennials think old-fashioned is cool.”
“We also think we can find our next love on Tinder.”
I point my finger at him right before he shuts my door. “Hey, there are Tinder love stories out there, and they’re beautiful.”
Chuckling, he shuts the door on me and walks toward his side of the car. I take that moment to peruse his choice of clothing. Dark wash jeans, a light blue button-up shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and his hair styled messily to the side with a mild amount of scruff on his jaw, highlighting his dark features. There is also an air of confidence about him I haven’t seen in a while. It’s sexy.
When he gets in the car, he turns to me and asks, “Are you all buckled up?”
“Yup.” I snap my seatbelt and notice something on Hayden’s face. “Hey, look at me for a second.”
He clicks his seatbelt in place and puts the car in drive. “It’s a faded black eye, nothing to worry about.”
“A black eye? Where did you get a black eye? Did you get in a fight on the ice?”
“Nah, just being stupid and messing around the other day at practice. Didn’t wear a helmet and got an elbow to the face.”
“Why weren’t you wearing a helmet?”
He pulls out onto the street, one hand steering, the other resting on the gearshift, the thick sinew in his forearm flexing with every shift he makes.
“Call it being an idiot.”
“Well, don’t be an idiot,” I say, irritated. “Skating without a helmet is really stupid, Hayden. You could give yourself a really bad head injury.”
“I was being careful . . . enough.”
“Doesn’t seem like it.” I fold my arms over my chest, causing my growing cleavage to make an appearance.
At a stoplight, Hayden eyes me from the side, his eyes traveling down my body, quickly taking in my breasts and then turning away. He clears his throat and says, “You act like you care about me, Adalyn.”
