Page 45 of Baby By my Best Friend's Daddy

Elias shook his head. “No, he just bought into making senior partner. He’s doing good. I keep telling Archie the only reason we’re not enemies is that Noah and Gunner don’t have to compete because Gunner would eat Archie’s boy for breakfast.”

I rolled my eyes. Elias was competitive as fuck, and he could be a sore loser.

“Tell me what Gunner did,” I said, trying to get back to the topic. I wasn’t in the mood to hear how great Elias was and how he set a good example for his son, and Gunner was the next prodigy in his eyes.

“He’s dragging that doll of his around everywhere. People are starting to get used to seeing her on his arm.”

“Maddison?” I asked, confused.

“Yeah. If he keeps going like this, she’s going to expect a ring from him, and he doesn’t seem to get it.”

“What if he wants to give her a ring?” Ted asked.

Elias looked horrified. “You’re joking, right?”

“Right,” Ted said and cocked an eyebrow at me.

“I don’t know what he’s thinking. Agnes says he’s acting out, he’s just looking for attention, but is that still a thing in their thirties?”

Agnes was Elias’s wife, and as far as I knew, she was a lot more relaxed when it came to Gunner’s future.

“Let the boy love who he wants to love,” I said. “You want your son to be happy rather than miserable.”

“I want him to do what he’s supposed to do!” Elias cried out.

I shook my head and sipped my whiskey. Elias and I didn’t agree on a lot of things when it came to child-rearing, and it had nothing to do with the fact that he was still married and I wasn’t. Some things were simple—let the kids be happy; that way, they worked hard, they knew what they wanted out of life, and we had a good relationship with them.

“What about you?” Elias asked, turning his attention to me. “How are things going? Brad still single?”

I nodded. “Yeah, but I’m not.”

“Oh?” Elias asked with a frown. “I didn’t take you for a dating man. You’re always on your own.”

I shrugged. “It takes meeting the right person. I don’t have time to fuck around.”

“You should be fucking around,” Elias scoffed. “You still can.”

I chuckled. “It’s not my style. Besides, I’m happy with Rebecca.”

Elias narrowed his eyes. “Why does that name sound familiar? Who is she?”

“You met her at Aaron’s wedding,” I said. “She was Brad’s plus one.”

Elias frowned, the confusion getting worse. “That young thing?”

I laughed. “Yeah, that one.”

Elias raised his eyebrows. “Are you trying to be funny?”

I shook my head. “I’m dead serious. There’s nothing to be funny about—I’m in love with her.”

Elias scoffed. “You don’t understand the meaning of the word if you think running around with a preschooler is love.”

“Fuck off,” I said and glared at Elias. “I know what love is, and I know what I see in her.”

“And what does she see in you?” Elias asked. “A good name, a lot of money? Jesus, Landon, what does Brad say?”

“Since when should I care what Brad says?” I asked. “It’s my life, and it’s my decision.”

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