Page 21 of Snowed In With The Second Chance Daddy

That was, until I met Trevor, and I realized he was my person. Emphasis onwas.

I didn’t think I’d want to be with another guy ever again, but now I think I’m ready to leave Trevor in the dust once and for all. “I just want to have a little fun. That’s all.”

Rowan lets out an effortful huff, trying to work the non-pliable dough. “You can’t wait until you get back to Seattle?”

“Why are you trying to cockblock me?” My eyes shoot to rose. “I mean…rooster block me? What does a rooster say, Rose?”

Rose throws her head back. “Cock-a-doodle-doo!”

“Huh. Maybe I could have stuck with ‘cock’.”

Red stops rolling out the dough, wiping off her brow with the back of her hand. “You’re such a bad influence.”

I laugh. “You want me to take a turn.”

“Please, my forearms are burning.”

Red and I change places at the kitchen island.

I trade the baby for a rolling pin, smacking the pin into my hand. “Let’s whip this dough into shape, huh?”

I start rolling out the dough, watching it thin more and more. It’s a workout, but it’s a good way to keep my mind occupied.

“Trevor will be at the office party too,” Red says. “So…I just want you to be aware.”

“You want me to be worried about hurtinghisfeelings?”

“Kind of.”

I stop rolling for a second. “Whose side are you on?”

Red sputters for a moment. “Yours, of course.” Then, she backtracks. “His too, though.”

I shake my head.

This is the problem with sharing friends, not to mention a godchild, with an ex. “Don’t tell me he hasn’t been hopping from girl to girl.”

“If he has, he hasn’t told me.”

“Well, why would he tell you? I mean, you two dated a long time ago, that would be weird.”

Rowan lifts her chin with a triumph. “But he hasn’t told Oliver either, and Oliver tells me everything.”

“Well, maybe he’s not telling either of you because he knows you two have loose lips,” I mutter, getting back to work on the dough.

Rowan sighs. “Look, Christmas is a time of goodwill, right? Maybe you and Trevor can extend some…goodwill to each other.”

I stop again. “Is goodwill a euphemism for something?”

“If you want it to be.”

I stop rolling again. “Is this whole thing a set up?”

Red’s eyes widen. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“That you lure me out here to Chicago to spend time with my goddaughter, begging me to come for Christmas, and the whole time you were actually trying to trap me into getting back together with Trevor?”

“You two are far too stubborn to be trapped into getting back together,” Rowan murmurs.

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