Page 5 of Enticing the Fixer

My cousins were lucky and married the last two decent guys in the world. That’s why I’m here, ready to wallow in my beer. I’m single and destined to remain that way.

“I know, and I appreciate it. Everything is going okay at work. We’re getting close to the probate court date, and everything will fall into place.” At least, that’s what I keep telling myself that, hoping I eventually believe it.

“Good.” She smiles, leans back into her seat, and waves over one of the waitresses. “What would you like to drink?”

“I’ll take a Jungle Bird.”

“Whoa,” Ann’s eyes widen. “That’s some heavy ammunition.”

“Yes, it is.”

Once the brunette waitress with a friendly smile takes our order, she disappears, and I retrieve my cell phone from my clutch. “Check this out.”

Even though I’ve watched it six times, I suffer through it again. A stunning woman with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and the perkiest fake tits you’ve ever seen helps an equally adorable blond boy blow out his candles. It’s not any cake, mind you. It’s a dinosaur cake with a giant edible green T-Rex on top.

My lip curls. She probably made it herself. I can’t pull a frozen cake out of a box without ripping off half of the frosting.

“Happy birthday, Little Man.” The dark-haired man beams into the camera, making me want to grab his throat and snatch him through the screen.

Ann frowns and shakes her head. “I’m sorry, Kinsley. But his cheating on you is not a reflection on you."

I pin her in place with a stare. “It’s not?”

“No. It’s not.” She shoves the phone back toward me. I don’t need to look to know they’re at the point where Jeffrey tosses the boy into the air, causing him to giggle. Jeffrey is my ex-husband. Jeff is his son with his new wife.

It might not be so bad if he was conceived after we filed for divorce. However, he was impregnatingBarbie, the Stunning Fitness Goddess,four months before he had the balls to tell me we were through.

He might not have ever found his balls if the pregnant girlfriend hadn’t forced his hand. He’d probably still be on a business trip six blocks down the road.

“You’re an intelligent, loyal, hardworking woman with killer good looks. Just ask half of the guys in the bar.”

“I could ask the dude undressing me with his eyes, but he was with his wife or girlfriend.”

“There are quality men out there.”

“I’m afraid I disagree with you.”

The waitress drops off our drinks and chats for a few minutes with Ann. While she’s occupied, I scan the crowd, searching for this man Ann insists still exists. This unattached man:

Who isn’t living in his parent’s basement.

Who isn’t dead-ass broke.

Who isn’t a closet child molester.

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