Page 56 of The Baby Twist
I took a few steps back.
“Better?”
“Much.” She walked out of the break room, and I followed her. “You’re still mad at me for yesterday?”
“No, Lucas,” she spoke as she set her cup down on her desk.
“Obviously, you are.”
She walked over to me and placed her hand on my chest as her eyes stared into mine.
“What happened last night is done and over with. We both had our say, and it’s in the past. Let’s leave it there. I’m not mad.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Then that’s your problem.” She took a seat behind her desk.
“If you’re no longer mad, have dinner with me tonight.”
“I can’t.” She looked up at me.
“Why not?”
“Because I have a prenatal yoga class.”
“A prenatal yoga class. Since when?”
“Tonight is my first class.”
“Then we’re having lunch. I’ll pick you up at noon.” I walked out of her office.
We ended up at The Capital Grille because Jenna was craving their signature burger and truffle fries. When we sat down, she ordered water and some hot tea while I ordered a scotch.
“How did your doctor’s appointment go yesterday?” I asked with caution.
“I told you yesterday it went fine.”
“Listen, Jenna. I apologize. Okay? I didn’t realize it was that important to you that I be there. I promise I’ll go with you to the next appointment.”
“It’s fine, Lucas. Let’s forget about it. As you said, you have enough to worry about with your father returning to town. I have to pee. I’ll be right back.”
“Here’s your scotch and your wife’s tea and water,” the waitress spoke.
“She’s not my wife.” I immediately corrected her.
“Oh. I’m sorry. Are you ready to order, or do you want to wait until your girlfriend gets back?”
I let out a sigh.
“She’s not my girlfriend either. Just because a man and a woman are having lunch together doesn’t mean they’re a couple. And yes, we’re ready to order. We’ll both have the signature burger with everything on it and the truffle fries.”
“I’ll get that in right away, and I’m sorry for assuming.”
Jenna walked back to the table and sat down.
“I ordered our lunch.”
“Thanks. I’m starving. Why is there not a breadbasket on the table?”
