Page 11 of Grump Daddy's Baby

He steals a quick glance at me. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

I mean, he’s obviously not giving himself enough credit if he doesn’t think that his presence already sets me off-kilter a little bit.

“What were you thinking?” I ask, curious to see what those rules might be.

“Well…” He pauses, and after a few seconds have gone by I realize he’s not entirely sure.

“Holding hands would be fine,” I reply, to help. “I think that would be expected and we probably should get our story straight if someone asks how long we’ve been together.”

“How long do you need to date to bring someone to a wedding?”

No clue.

“I think six months is a good amount of time.”

He nods. “There’s going to be an issue with my kids and them not knowing you.”

My eyes widen a bit and I’m glad he’s not actively looking over at me because never did he mention that he had children.

Not that it’s a turn-off, it’s not.

However, I didn’t expect it.

“How old are they?” I feel pushy asking the question but, again, just want to make sure that we cover all our bases. I would definitely need to know the answer to that question if someone asked me specifics.

“Seven and five,” he replies. “I have two daughters. Bria and Lark.”

“I love those names.”

“My ex found them on Pinterest apparently.”

Right.

And she sounds like she left a sour taste in his mouth. Which means this should be easier for me. He’s emotionally not able to get attached and I can soak in this night as something to do. Maybe I’ll meet someone who’s looking to hire a writer or something, who knows?

“Any crazy family members I should know about?” I press, because I don’t know who he’s going to have here.

“Just a stupid-ass best friend named Myles.”

“Ah, the one who set you up.”

“That’d be him.” I push my lips out and bob my head, glancing out the window. This is going to be awkward. “Is there anything you don’t want me to do?”

If this man doesn’t stop being so damn respectful, I’m going to make a fool out of myself if I have too much to drink.

“Nothing that comes to mind,” I deadpan, feeling my nerves slowly begin to heighten because I walked into this thinking it was going to be something to pass the time when I’ve never pretended to be someone’s girlfriend before.

“Where did we meet?”

“A bar.” I steal a glance over at him. “Might as well keep that true.”

Kai doesn’t react to my teasing but keeps his placid face straight ahead on the road. It makes me wonder if he’s nervous walking into his ex-wife’s wedding or if maybe he doesn’t want to see her married.

I’m obviously ignorant of his feelings on the matter. However, I can’t help but feel that I might be the third wheel in a relationship that I don’t even know I’m walking into.

“Is there anything you don’t want me to do?” I ask, trying not to fidget with my fingers or feet. “Anyone I shouldn’t speak to?”

“No.”