“No.”
“Yep.” I chuckle.
“Man, he really likes you.”
“And I like him, but oh, that’s right, so I told him we will talk outside. So I go outside, and he gives me his jacket because it’s cold.”
“Oh, swoon.”
“Right, always thinking of me. But he said that he would have a child in the future, if I wanted one.”
“Hang on. Don’t tell me you agreed to have a kid with him? It’s way too soon. I’ll tell you now, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows; pregnancy and a baby aren’t easy.”
“No, no, no. Not like that. But it came up in our conversation, and he said, if that was holding me back, he would happily give me a child. He just thinks he’s too old.” I rub my hand over my face, probably ruining my makeup, but I’m beyond caring after the disaster that was tonight.
“How old is he?” she asks.
“Thirty-eight?”
She snorts. “It’s not old.”
Exactly.
“I know, that’s what I said. Anyway, he was so hurt, he was giving me these damn puppy dog eyes. It killed me.” I slide down to lie on the couch. I’m getting tired from the night.
“But you said you liked him, so what’s wrong?”
I kick off my shoes, but midway pause to answer her, shocked she needs me to remind her of this. “His daughter and my new job.”
“Ah, yeah. They’re still big things to take into account.”
I return to kicking off the shoes and then curl up on my side. “That’s what’s holding me back. I don’t want to just jump into his arms—”
“Or his bed,” she says, cutting me off.
I laugh, even though it would be nice to be in his bed too. And then the laugh turns to a sigh…yeah, I miss him. “No, definitely not that either. I told him I’m still thinking.”
“How did he react?”
“He didn’t really say anything. But when he left, he just said bye.”
“And what, did you want him to kiss you?”
“No.” I giggle, though I remember how tempting the way standing there was, inches from me…I could have easily kissed him. “He just calls meBella, or says something sweet.”
“Oh, nicknames already. You two are screwed.”
I grab the remote from the table in front of me and turn on the TV. “I know. I just need to figure out the last piece of the puzzle.”
“He gave you his jacket. Did you keep it?” she asks. I screw up my face. “Why? That’s weird, and he needs it to match his pants.”
“I’m sure he owns hundreds of suits.”
The money he has…I’m sure he does, but still no. “Maybe, but no, still weird.”
“Plus, it would have been a good excuse to see him.”
“We work on a joint venture every week, so I see him at least once a week.”