Page 39 of Baby Daddy Wanted

"You've made your point."

"We have to correct this situation," I said. "Have you found a suitable bachelor to knock you up tomorrow?"

Her eyes popped wide. “Excuse me?”

"Sorry. That came out wrong."

"There's an understatement."

"What I meant to say was, if you don't already have plans tomorrow, I'm prepared to clear my schedule and watch it with you."

"Wow,” she said. “Are you sure you’re not a prince?"

"We could even grab dinner first."

"Could we?" she asked, clearly amused by my strategy of pretending I was doing her a big favor by asking her out.

"Might be wise. It's never a good idea to watch a rockumentary on an empty stomach."

"I thought you said it was a mockumentary?"

"It's both," I said. "That's the beauty of it."

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were asking me out."

"Of course, I'm asking you out. I just played a whole private concert for you. It's the logical next step."

"That wasn't a private concert." She scanned the length of the bar behind me. "There must be at least sixty other people here."

"I hadn't noticed," I said, keeping my gaze on hers.

She rolled her eyes. "Were you this hammy before you became a musician or is it something you picked up since?"

"Hard to say. I've been playing music for a long time."

"How long?" she asked.

"Got my first guitar when I was ten."

"Wow."

"How about you?" I asked. "You play any instruments?"

"I used to play the flute."

"Used to?"

"Can't say I have much occasion to pull it out anymore," she said. "Plus, playing in the school marching band was sort of soul destroying."

"So why'd you do it?"

"Because it was something to put on my college applications."

"Still have the uniform?" I asked.

“Absolutely not."

"Shame."

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