Page 36 of Baby By my Best Friend's Daddy

Brad only shook his head.

Celine paid another amount that made me feel short of breath, and then we started making our way to the food court.

“All the planning to get Clement to dump me has made me hungry. Do you have time for a meal?”

I nodded. “I’ll go straight to the hospital from here.”

As we entered the food court, my phone pinged with a message from Landon.

Thinking of you.

Thinking of you too. Celine might have lost her mind.

The reply came quickly.We’re all crazy! She’s just not afraid to show it. Excellent choice for her to turn to you. I would too. I might have dragged you into a dressing room with me, though… call it an undressing room, then.

I smiled and tucked my phone away. When I looked up, Celine was watching me.

I glanced at Brad, who wasn’t looking. I looked away, and she said nothing. Thank God.

We ordered food from one of the to-go stands around the edge of the food court and sat at a table in the middle.

“So, my dad keeps pushing for me to take over more and more at the company,” Brad said as we chewed on burgers and fries. Celine had ordered a salad.

“I didn’t even know to-go joints did fresh salads,” I said to Celine, who squeezed a lemon wedge over her salad rather than using the salad dressing that had been included.

Celine shrugged. “They have to cater to everyone.” She looked at Brad. “He’s conditioning you so you can take over one day.”

“Yeah,” Brad said. “It just feels like it’s too soon.”

“Too soon?” I asked.

My phone pinged again.

Did you get naked in the dressing rooms too? I can just imagine it now, stripping down to your bra and panties. I’m jealous of the clothes that get to touch your body. I want to do that, be your outfit for the day.

I tried to hide a smile and typed a quick reply.

You can be the one to wear me after our date. ;)

I didn’t usually send dirty texts, but I’d come to accept the fact that with Landon, everything was different. I had fun with him. He was like a naughty schoolboy sometimes—full of shit and looking for trouble. He was filled with mischief. Nothing about him seemed drab and dull like the other senior Cavaliers I’d seen.

“Who are you texting?” Brad asked.

“Mindy,” I said quickly. “She’s asking me something about a patient on our shift. She… went in early.”

“You’re always working,” Brad said. “Even when you’re not.”

I shrugged. “I like what I do. It’s not work when you like what you do, right?”

Brad got up, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“I’ll be right back,” he said and sauntered away in the direction of the men’s room.

The moment he was gone, Celine pounced on me.

“Who is it?”

“What?”

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