“It was the first time a defendant has hit on me during a court proceeding,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“He said that during the hearing? That you two should find a quiet place to get to know each other better?”

“Yeah, and then he leered at me.”

“Leered?”

“He totally leered.”

I squinted skeptically. “I’m not visualizing this. What’d the leer look like?”

She lowered her brows and did a half smolder, half pout. I busted out laughing.

“That’s what he looked like,” she said, smiling. “And his attorney was trying to make him stop.”

“So what happened next?”

She shrugged. “We went into a side room and I blew him.”

“Funny shit, Holloway,” I said, jealousy rising inside me even though I knew she was kidding.

“The judge jailed him for contempt,” she said. “Don’t worry, my purity remains intact.”

“As intact as a pregnant woman’s purity can be,” I said, winking.

She laughed and dropped a bite of her sandwich into her soup, stirring it in slowly. “True. But I’ve been pure since the night we conceived our little nugget.”

I exhaled deeply. “Me too.”

“Really?” She looked taken aback.

“Really.”

“Well, damn. Look at us. I’m guessing your chances of scoring are better than mine.”

I shrugged and met her eyes across the table. “I’ve been hoping we could score at the same time, if you know what I mean.”

Her cheeks pinked as she looked down at her food. “The other night, I thought . . . I mean, I was starting to . . .”

“Me too. James is not only an annoying dipshit, he’s also a cockblocker.”

She sighed softly. “Maybe next time. I’ll be at your game Friday night.”

I felt a surge of pride at the thought of her watching me play from the stands.

“I told Liam I’m coming to see him, and he set up tickets for me,” she said. “Through . . . Keri?”

“Yeah. Our team’s PR person. He’s got the hots for her.”

“I figured it would be easier if he got me the tickets so he doesn’t look into how I got them and find out it was you. I’m so not ready for him to know you’re the baby’s father.”

“As long as you’re there, that’s all I care about.”

She rested her hand on the table, and I felt an urge to reach across and hold it.

“My friend Tara is coming to the game with me.” She glanced at her watch. “I have to get back. I’ve got a hearing at 1:15.”

I nodded and reached for my coat. “I’ll take care of your car. Let me know when you need a ride home from work and I’ll come get you.”


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