“I don’t.” He glanced at Tyler. “We had a falling out severalyears ago.”
“I’m sorry.”
Xander waved away his apology as he lowered to sit on the arm of the loveseat, making himself right at home. “Don’t be. I’m not.”
Hale and Barrett returned, suit jacket in hand. “What did you guys end up watching?” Hale asked.
“Nothing. We just talked and ate.”
Hale glanced at Tyler. “Did she give you her list of baby names?”
“You have names?” Tyler’s face beamed with curiosity—not the straightest response to possible baby names, but whatever. “Spill!”
I tucked my feet under my legs and cradled the basket of fries. “Nothing’s set in stone yet. But for a boy, I like River or Quest, and for a girl, I like Sage or Harlow.”
He looked back at Hale. “I’m scared.”
I shoved him. “Why are you scared, dork?”
“Because those are names that you’d typically make fun of.”
“I would not.”
He looked at Barrett. “What’s your girlfriend’s name?”
“McKinsley. And she’s not my girlfriend.”
“Yeah, okay,” I mumbled.
Tyler held up a silencing finger. “Did Ray make fun of her name?”
“What’s your point?” I snapped.
“My point is, those names are a little morenew agethan I expected. But I really like Sage.”
“It’s cute, right?”
“Very.”
“Do you have kids, Tyler?” Xander’s question caught me off guard, but didn’t surprise me. I often caught him staring at my stomach. Maybe procreation confused him.
“Me? God, no.” Tyler laughed and I frowned at his look of repulsion.
“But you like kids.”
“I likeyourkid. I can handle kids in small increments, but I’m not interested in long term investments.”
“Charming. And to think I was going to ask you to be godfather.”
“Hey!” Barret objected. “I’m the godfather.”
“You’re already an uncle and Elara’s godfather.”
“So? I can be both.”
A horn beeped, and Xander looked out the window. “Your girl’s here.”
“Shit.” Barrett slipped intoHale’s jacket. “See you guys later.” He pointed at me and Tyler. “I’m the godfather.”