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crazy right now. I can’t believe they’re going to be three in a couple of months.”
“I know. When you texted me that picture of them last week, I almost checked to make sure it wasn’t a wrong number. But they look so much like you, I knew it had to be them.”
“And they act too much like their daddy. I’ve never seen two children more fearless. And speaking of fearless, did you do anything fun today?”
Besides watching her ex-boyfriend win an MMA fight and then having sex up against his door? “No, not really.”
“You didn’t go shopping, did you?”
She laughed. “Of course not. And it wasn’t easy, either. There are some great stores here.”
Because she felt awkward in the bathrobe, Del went to her suitcase and pulled out the flannel pajamas. She hadn’t bothered taking the tags off before packing, so she had to rummage around for her manicure set so she could use the cuticle scissors.
“Wait a minute.” Del paused, looking up from the tag she was trying to snip off the pajama top. “I talked to Kate after she talked to you yesterdayand she said you bought new pajamas for the weekend.”
She held up the top, the tag obvious in her hand. “Yeah, I did.”
“She said you were dying to put them on and watch movies, but they’re still creased and you’re just now cutting the tags off.”
“You’re quite a detective.” She snipped the tag off and shook out the top before doing the same for the bottoms.
“So what did youwear to bed last night?”
Nothing. Del hoped her face didn’t look as hot as it felt. “I, uh...put on the bathrobe after I took a shower and then I got to watching TV and fell asleep like that.”
“Sounds comfy.” Brittany got up to pour herself a glass of water. “What did you watch?”
Even though she suspected Brittany was just making conversation because she hated silence, Del feltherself mentally squirming, as though her friend was shining an interrogation spotlight in her eyes. “I don’t even remember. Something stupid, I guess.”
“Stupid and forgettable, but engaging enough to make you forget you brought new pajamas?” Del turned and glared at Brittany, who smiled. “Did you think I would miss the giant posters with Brendan Quinn’s name and face on them?”
Del sighedand sank onto the chair, clutching the pajama bottoms in her hands. “I was hoping they would have them taken down by the time you got here. Or that you’d go straight to the elevators and not see them.”
“I probably would have gone straight upstairs but I had a wicked craving for a doughnut. I didn’t end up finding one, but I did see the advertisement for the fight tonight.” Brittany took asip of her water, watching her over the rim of the glass. “I read somewhere that athletes aren’t supposed to have sex before they compete. I guess the buildup makes them more aggressive or something.”
“Brendan not only won, but he won by knockout in the second round.” Del snorted. “I guess that’s your sneaky way of asking if we had sex without asking me?”
“It’s more fun to trick it outof you, really.” Her friend’s smile faded. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“I was thinking about how much I had loved him and how much I’d missed him and still wanted him and how incredibly sexy he is. And I was thinking about the fact that I’m a grown woman who wanted to have sex, so I did.”
“With the guy who broke your heart over the phone.”
“He thought he was doing the rightthing because my family didn’t like him.”
Brittany’s expression left no doubt what she thought of that, but she didn’t say whatever uncomplimentary words were floating through her head. “So...what’s going on?”
“I don’t know. He’s checking out tomorrow, so he wants me to text him in the morning when I can meet him for a few minutes to say goodbye.”
“And then?”
“I don’t knowthat, either.” The thought of trusting Brendan with her heart again was
“I know. When you texted me that picture of them last week, I almost checked to make sure it wasn’t a wrong number. But they look so much like you, I knew it had to be them.”
“And they act too much like their daddy. I’ve never seen two children more fearless. And speaking of fearless, did you do anything fun today?”
Besides watching her ex-boyfriend win an MMA fight and then having sex up against his door? “No, not really.”
“You didn’t go shopping, did you?”
She laughed. “Of course not. And it wasn’t easy, either. There are some great stores here.”
Because she felt awkward in the bathrobe, Del went to her suitcase and pulled out the flannel pajamas. She hadn’t bothered taking the tags off before packing, so she had to rummage around for her manicure set so she could use the cuticle scissors.
“Wait a minute.” Del paused, looking up from the tag she was trying to snip off the pajama top. “I talked to Kate after she talked to you yesterdayand she said you bought new pajamas for the weekend.”
She held up the top, the tag obvious in her hand. “Yeah, I did.”
“She said you were dying to put them on and watch movies, but they’re still creased and you’re just now cutting the tags off.”
“You’re quite a detective.” She snipped the tag off and shook out the top before doing the same for the bottoms.
“So what did youwear to bed last night?”
Nothing. Del hoped her face didn’t look as hot as it felt. “I, uh...put on the bathrobe after I took a shower and then I got to watching TV and fell asleep like that.”
“Sounds comfy.” Brittany got up to pour herself a glass of water. “What did you watch?”
Even though she suspected Brittany was just making conversation because she hated silence, Del feltherself mentally squirming, as though her friend was shining an interrogation spotlight in her eyes. “I don’t even remember. Something stupid, I guess.”
“Stupid and forgettable, but engaging enough to make you forget you brought new pajamas?” Del turned and glared at Brittany, who smiled. “Did you think I would miss the giant posters with Brendan Quinn’s name and face on them?”
Del sighedand sank onto the chair, clutching the pajama bottoms in her hands. “I was hoping they would have them taken down by the time you got here. Or that you’d go straight to the elevators and not see them.”
“I probably would have gone straight upstairs but I had a wicked craving for a doughnut. I didn’t end up finding one, but I did see the advertisement for the fight tonight.” Brittany took asip of her water, watching her over the rim of the glass. “I read somewhere that athletes aren’t supposed to have sex before they compete. I guess the buildup makes them more aggressive or something.”
“Brendan not only won, but he won by knockout in the second round.” Del snorted. “I guess that’s your sneaky way of asking if we had sex without asking me?”
“It’s more fun to trick it outof you, really.” Her friend’s smile faded. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“I was thinking about how much I had loved him and how much I’d missed him and still wanted him and how incredibly sexy he is. And I was thinking about the fact that I’m a grown woman who wanted to have sex, so I did.”
“With the guy who broke your heart over the phone.”
“He thought he was doing the rightthing because my family didn’t like him.”
Brittany’s expression left no doubt what she thought of that, but she didn’t say whatever uncomplimentary words were floating through her head. “So...what’s going on?”
“I don’t know. He’s checking out tomorrow, so he wants me to text him in the morning when I can meet him for a few minutes to say goodbye.”
“And then?”
“I don’t knowthat, either.” The thought of trusting Brendan with her heart again was
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