Page 122 of Better Daddy
I scowl, motioning toward the spit-up on my shoulder. “That was an easy one, Madame E. You aren’t even trying with your predictions today.”
“I wasn’t talking about you. I was talking about that.” She points to the front of the office, where Cal and Lo are greeting a client.
I frown. Shit, did Cal pick up a slushie on his way back to the office? If he spills it on a client, I’ll kill him.
Cal shifts, giving me a glimpse of the woman he and Lo are chatting with.
Stomach bottoming out, I grab the walkie-talkie out of my pocket. “Uh, Sloane, I’m gonna need you to get down here.”
The speaker crackles to life. “Did she throw up again? Dammit. I’m sorry. I know you have court. I’ll come get her.”
“That’s not the issue,” I grumble, my eyes still on the blonde I’d recognize anywhere. Brian used her photo as a bookmark in every one of his textbooks during our first year of law school.
I press down on the speaker. “What’s the name of the client Caland Lo were trying to get you to work with? The one Brian is meeting today?”
“Um, Yoga Jess?” Sloane says, her tone tinged with confusion. “Why?”
“Because the woman I’m looking at isn’t just Yoga Jess, sweetheart. It’sBrian’sJess.”
“Oh shit,” my wife mutters.
Oh shit is right
Nodding, Madame E singsongs, “I told you things were about to get messy.”
