Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“My advice would be to talk to Evelyn about it. Ask how much she wants you to tell her.”
“I was going to keep a journal, starting with the day I found out I was pregnant, that I planned on giving to her after the baby was born.”
He smiled, and my stupid heart tripped over itself. “That’s a great idea, Bry. Though I still think you should talk to her about how much she wants you to share.”
I returned his smile. “I will.”
Leaning back in his chair, he flashed a wicked grin.
“Why are you smiling at me like that?”
“You were right. That magazine I was reading in the doctor’s office mentioned how much hornier women tend to get when they’re pregnant. Now that Roger boy is out of the picture, how will you handle that?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Roger boy?”
“Yeah, what was he, like eighteen?”
Folding my arms over my chest, I replied, “He was the same age as me, and a successful lawyer in Lake Placid, I’ll have you know.”
“You’re avoiding the question.”
Leaning in, I rested my folded arms on the table, motioned for Gavin to come closer with my index finger. When his face was inches from mine, I whispered, “I have four vibrators. I’ll be just fine.”
His mouth fell open, and I shot him a smug smile.
“Jesus, Brystol, we’re sitting in the middle of a family restaurant!”
I laughed. “You’re the one who mentioned me being hornier during pregnancy.”
He quickly looked around and shrank down in his seat. “Keep your voice down,” he hissed.
“If you don’t want an honest answer, don’t ask the question.”
“It was an honest question from some innocent reading I’d done.”
I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my chair. “So, are you still dating Mindy?”
“It’s Cindy, and no, I broke it off a couple weeks ago.”
The waitress walked up with our orders. We’d both gotten the BLT. “Is there anything else I can get you?”
“Ketchup for the fries, please,” Gavin said, as he winked at her.
I watched as her cheeks turned a bright red. “O-of course, yes! I’ll get that right away.”
Watching as she scurried off, I asked Gavin, “Do you do that on purpose just to see their reactions?”
Confused, he asked, “Do what?”
“Please, don’t act all innocent. The whole winking and giving the waitress that smile of yours.”
Gavin laughed. “First, I didn’t even realize I winked at her, and second, what do you mean that smile of mine?”
I took a bite of my sandwich and glared at him as I chewed. He knew precisely what smile I meant. The one he always used when he wanted to flirt with women. Gavin would never change—ever. He was going to be a helpless flirt until the day he died.
“Don’t play dumb, Gavin. It doesn’t suit you. You know what smile I’m talking about. The one that has probably gotten you laid more times than you can count.”
He sat back and wiped the corner of his mouth. “Your opinion of me is that low?”
I raised a brow. “Surely you’re not suggesting you’re a virgin.”
A muscle twitched in his jaw. He was getting annoyed, and a part of me wanted to pick an argument with him. I wasn’t sure why. No, that was a lie. I was uneasy about this new friendship thing. I could keep an asshole version of Gavin out of my mind, but this nicer side of him…Nice Gavin would be harder to keep at bay.
“No, I’m not.”
Tilting my head, I smirked. “So how many has it been, Gavin? A hundred?”
His brows rose.
“More, huh?”
Reaching behind him, he pulled his wallet from his back pocket and took out some money. He stood, dropped it on the table, and said, “I’ll be at the bar across the street when you’re ready to leave.”
I let out an incredulous laugh. “I was kidding, Gavin. Sit down and finish your lunch.”
His gaze met mine, and something I couldn’t read passed across his handsome face. “I’ve lost my appetite.”
I watched, shocked, as he walked out of the restaurant—instantly feeling like an utter bitch.
Why had I pushed him? Was it because I really wanted to know? Or was it because I’d needed a reminder that this new friendship would only ever be that…a friendship?
The waitress approached the table, looking at Gavin’s empty seat. “Is everything okay?”
Pulling my eyes from the door Gavin had walked through, I glanced at the woman. “Um, yes. Sorry, he had to leave and handle something. Do you mind bringing a box for his sandwich?”
Gavin had hardly even touched his food.
“One for you, as well?”
Deciding it was best to give Gavin some space, I shook my head. “No, I’ll finish mine.”
After eating my sandwich, I picked up the box of Gavin’s food and left the restaurant. When I stepped outside, I saw the pub across the street and made my way over.