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I loop around back to the front end and see Sam typing on the computer. She looks up, smiling at the baby in my arms. “Told you all that sleeping around would catch up to you.”
My hands are occupied, so flipping her off is out of the question. “Sara’s.”
“Oh, I know. I heard him wailing all the way from my office,” she laughs, though I know she doesn’t mind. I bring him over so she can look at him, and she coos, touching his belly. “You know what my favorite thing about babies is?”
“What?”
“That I don’t have any,” she says.
“You never wanted kids?”
“Hell no. Though a little Brendan junior might be cute. If I did have kids, adoption would definitely be the way I'd go.” She finishes typing. “What about you? Do you want any little Cams in your future.”
When I used to think about my future, it was pretty simple. I’d find the right woman, and if she wanted kids, I wouldn’t mind. It’s not something I need to have, though. We’d live in a cute little house. I’d have a gym. I’d support all their hobbies and we’d have a great life together.
Now? Now I don’t know. So I try. I try so hard to picture what I want for my future and how I want to spend the rest of my life. The problem is, when I stop to think about it, I see one thing. One thing only.
All I can see in my future . . . is Bo.
Chapter 14
Bo
“Ohyes.”Noahsticksa leg out, looking at himself in the mirror with all the confidence in the world. I’ve never met anyone with so few fucks to give. I don’t know if he even knows the word self-conscious. “Look at you, you sexy beast,” he says, watching himself in the full-length mirror.
The black garter shorts look almost like a jock, showing off his ass in the black mesh fabric. Only the front concealing his junk isn’t see-through. He bounces a little, looking back at his ass in the mirror. The side is decorated with silver rivulets, and black flowers decorate the straps of the top, strategically placed on his chest. I literally don’t know how he even got it on himself.
“What do you think?”
“Oh um, it’s really hot. You look so good.” Better than I ever could.
Noah inspects himself in the mirror. “Jamie’s favorite color is black.”
That explains all the black lingerie he bought today. “You look really good.” I think about the pieces I bought and the confidence I just do not have.
“Noah grabs another one of his pieces from the laundry basket, and I look over at the ones he washed for me. I’ve been here all day; my social battery is almost empty.
Today hasn’t been bad, but I don’t know . . . I’ve never done this before. I’ve never had a reason to wear this stuff. Noah puts on another set, this one is black and glittery, and yes, see-through mesh bikini briefs that would barely cover the swell of his ass if not for the underwear he’s already wearing underneath.
“Oof, my man is lucky.” He turns back to the hamper. “Oh, look at this one I grabbed while you were trying stuff on.” He grabs a slutty sailor costume. The dainty white hot pants won’t cover much. “Comes with a little sailor hat too.” He grins, holding it up then placing it on his head. “Yo hohoe, am I right?”
“Why did you get a costume?”
“For themed game nights. Some will be costume mandatory. I'm still in the planning stages. This is adorable. Oh! By the way, just so you know, once you go to one game night it’s mandatory to attend any and all going forward. Jamie thought that was unreasonable and I am nothing if not a level headed rational person. So I’ve chosen to allow everyone three skips.”
“Like, for the year?”
“Lifetime.” Noah grins. “Choose wisely.”
“And how often are these game nights?”
“Third Friday of the month. It correlates with Sunday dinner at Momma Lia’s. Everyone’s invited to that as well.”
“Who else usually goes to these game nights?”
“Well, you and Cam now. You’re indoctrinated. That’s not on me, that’s on you.”
“Should have read the terms more carefully.”
