Page 47 of Only You and Me

Shyley grins. “Let me guess… Aperol spritzes?”

“Yep. I almost made him sit at another table since he was knocking our group testosterone levels down.”

Lincoln kisses Shyley on the cheek, then bends down to her almost nine-month-pregnant belly and places a gentle kiss on it before he talks to his unborn child.

A hint of jealousy at what they have and how their family is growing nips at me. I instantly feel like a heel for it, but fuck, I want that life. Except there’s only one woman I want it with.

“Hey, Ben,” Janie says, “too bad you weren’t here ten minutes ago. You had quite the fan club with a few of the girls Annie and I work with in the ER. They basically begged Annie to get your phone number.”

“Yeah, all three of them wanted it,” Annie laughs.

I can’t help but groan. “Yeah, not interested.”

Janie smirks and looks over at Annie. “Uh oh,” she says before placing her fingertips over her lips.

“Shit. Please, please tell me you didn’t give them my number. I’m really not interested.”

“They’re all like twenty-four and really gorgeous…” Annie offers.

“And I heard they don’t mind sharing,” Janie teases.

I scrub my hands through my hair, grabbing a fistful. “There’s nothing about that I find even remotely appealing.”

My sister, Shayna, stands and puts her hand on my forehead. “Nope. No fever.”

“Stop it,” I tell her. “I’m not looking for anything right now.”

Emily narrows her eyes on me. “Oh, my God. Do you have a girlfriend? Like an actual girlfriend?”

Several of the women’s mouths fall open in surprise.

“Just because I’m not?—”

“Cake!” Lincoln calls out happily. And I turn around to see my mom smirking and Trina staring at me wide-eyed.

I stare for several long seconds. “H-how long have you been standing there?”

I direct my question to Trina, but it’s my mom that answers. “Long enough to know you’re not interested in three gorgeous young ladies who were begging for your phone number and don’t mind sharing. Whatever that means.”

Trina’s serious face rapidly changes to an amused one.

“Yeah, I don’t know what that means either. Care to enlighten your mom and me?” Trina asks. There’s an amused twinkle in her eye that wasn’t there a few moments ago and I’m so gonna get her back for this.

I pin my gaze on her, loving the way she’s fighting to hold back a smile.

“I have no idea. I’m not one to share what’s mine.”

Trina’s eyes widen for a split second and her pupils dilate before she neutralizes her expression again.

My mom clears her throat. “We thought you boys would want some cake.”

“Yes, please!” Lincoln calls out.

When my mom walks to the table to give Lincoln and my dad their cake, I move closer to Trina. And far enough away from the table so that only she’ll hear me.

“I’ll take a piece of whatever you’re offering,” I practically whisper, never taking my eyes off of hers.

Trina simultaneously lifts her right eyebrow and the right side of her mouth as she cocks her head to the side. “Well, the only piece I’m offering is of this cake.” She tries to sound annoyed, but I don’t miss the rosy shade of red that covers her pretty cheeks.

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