Page 16 of One Baby Daddy
She shakes her head knowingly. “You have no clue what we would do for a date.”
Chuckling, I go for honesty. “Got me there, but I promise it’ll be worth it.”
Twisting her lips to the side, heavy in thought, she clutches her lunch bag and says, “Racer can’t know.”
Well, I wasn’t expecting that.
“You don’t want Racer to know?”
She shakes her head. “No, he’ll make a big deal out of nothing, and I’d rather not deal with that. Are you good with keeping this from him?”
Am I? Not really, he’s a good friend. But then again, we don’t necessary tell each other everything.
But he did tell me to stay away.
But . . . killer legs.
I think the choice is obvious.
“Yeah, I can keep this between us.”
“Excellent. Hand me your phone, I’ll plug in my number. You’re in for one hell of a ride, Hayden.”
I can’t fucking wait.
* * *
Hayden:How was the rest of your day at work?
I twiddle my thumbs on the couch, looking around the cottage, unsure of what to do with my time. Normally, I’m working out, or doing drills, or preparing for a game, or squeezing in a few more reps in the weight room. So this free time is throwing me for a loop.
And Mr. Lockwood doesn’t believe in the Internet or television besides a collection of mafia movies on VHS, which are stored under his small tube TV.
But there is a variety of playing cards in a drawer along with Boggle, Scrabble, Sudoku, and colorful puzzles. I started one of the puzzles last night, and it’s already kicking my ass. I thought the landscape I picked out was going to be easy, but boy, was I wrong. A one-thousand-piece puzzle is no joke. I barely have the border done. But that’s also because I can’t find two edge pieces, and it’s driving me crazy.
So I put the puzzle on hold and started playing Scrabble, player of one.
Let me tell you, I’m really good at playing myself.HAY-den is really smart with his moves, and Hay-DENis a free-balling kind of player, goes with the flow, no thought in his moves whatsoever.
Can you guess which Hayden won?
But I can’t complain about the peace I’ve been granted staying in the cottage. It’s been comfortable, stress free, besides the constant phone calls from my publicist. I finally told him to email me everything or else I’d let him go because the constant badgering was getting on my nerves.
My phone beeps, drawing my attention away from the rustic-looking ceiling.
Adalyn:Ugh, not the best end to the day. We had a thirty-year-old patient come in off the ambulance, suffered a massive heart attack, and we couldn’t do anything to help him. His wife was still crying in the waiting room when I clocked out for the day.
Fuck, that’s hard. I couldn’t imagine having to watch such life changing moments every day. I don’t think I’m strong enough.
Hayden: Shit, I’m sorry, Adalyn. That had to be really difficult to witness.
Adalyn:It was. I’m actually sitting in my car in the parking lot of the hospital, taking a few moments to compose myself.
I sit up and rest my arms on my legs, my phone propped in front of me.
Hayden:Can I help you take your mind off your shitty day?
Adalyn:What did you have in mind?
