Page 59 of When You Blush
She pauses and presses her lips together. She won’t look at the baby now.
“Maybe.”
And with that, she walks away, and I cuddle Jamison for a minute longer, then kiss his tiny cheek and lay him down.
God, that sucks.
The whole situation just tugs at my heart.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I remember that Blake was texting me.
Blake: Sorry to blow up your phone, but this scene in front of the mirror? Happening. Just warning you.
A smile tugs at my lips as I shoot him a reply.
Me: Yeah? Lucky girl. I might be jealous.
That’s right, I’m a smart-ass. Not even ten seconds later, he responds.
Blake: That’s one orgasm that I’ll deny you. Keep talking shit, and you won’t come for a month, sugar.
I squeeze my thighs together and take a deep breath becauseholy hell,the man pushes all of my buttons.
Me: Just wait. It gets better. I love that book. I can’t believe you’re reading it.
Blake: You left it here. I was going to bring it back to you but decided you’ll have to retrieve it yourself.
Me: Not very chivalrous of you.
Blake: I have your chivalry right here, beautiful girl.
I laugh at that and quickly reply.
Me: I’m at work. Stop distracting me with your flirty texts.
Blake: Do you need anything? I can bring you something to eat.
God, I’d love to see him. Hug him. I’m damn tempted to say yes.
But then I’m called down to L & D for an emergency.
Me: Thank you so much, but I’m okay. Emergency just came in. Have to go. Sleep well, Blake. x
I really need tonight. It’s my night off, and it’s Spicy Girls Book Club time with Ava, Billie, and all the other girls I’ve come to know and like so much in such a short period.
This is only our second book club, but Ava and I arehooked.
“Wine?” Skyla asks, holding up the bottle.
“Please,” I confirm with a nod. “I don’t have to work tomorrow, so keep it flowing.”
Skyla grins and pours me a glass, and I choose a seat next to Ava.
At least twenty-five people are here tonight. I recognize the owner of the Sugar Studio, Jackie, who just setout a spread of huckleberry lemon bars and chocolate cupcakes. Millie’s here, along with Dani and two of her sisters, Alex and Charlie.
“Have you memorized everyone’s names yet?” Billie asks as she joins me, a bottle of water in her hand.
“I don’t know if I ever will,” I reply with a laugh. “I feel like I need name tags and a chart of some kind.”
