I saw Dean so rarely that the kid freaked way the fuck out any time I finally got him.
And, since Nadine was still breastfeeding, I never got to keep him long enough to get him used to me.
I was just a random man who took him from time to time.
But today, that would change.
Today, we were going to discuss what the rest of our time looked like.
I now had a court order from a judge that declared that I would be given every other week with him. From now on, we shared fifty-fifty custody.
To say that Nadine was pissed would be an understatement.
But this time, she couldn’t go about violating court orders, or she wouldn’t be seeing her kid at all.
Those were the judge’s exact words.
Which she hadn’t liked hearing.
Today, we’d be meeting to discuss what this fifty-fifty custody looked like for us.
Except, she hadn’t showed.
She was now two hours late, and I was on my fourth cup of coffee.
I stood up to get a refill.
“You drink anymore,” the cute brown-haired girl with her nose buried in a nursing book called out as I passed. “You’re never going to be able to sleep tonight.”
Little did she know that I had trouble sleeping, but it had nothing to do with the amount of coffee I consumed.
I’d clocked the woman the moment I entered the store.
She was sitting in the usual booth that I preferred, which was in the corner of the room with my back to the door.
She’d been scanning her surroundings so much that I would’ve guessed she was ex-military if it wasn’t for the youthfulness of her face.
She was twenty-one, max.
“Yeah, I’m sure it won’t help,” I admitted as I walked away to get another refill. After the barista handed it back I stopped at the young woman’s table and said, “You should take a break. No way you can retain the information you’re cramming in there without one.”
She looked up and smiled, and my heart arrested in my chest.
Damn, she was pretty.
Short and curvy, she had tits for days, long brown hair that fell in waves around her shoulders and to the tabletop in front of her, and gray eyes the same color as mine.
Damn, she’s pretty.
I’d been trying not to look at her so closely this entire time.
“I’m about to leave,” she sighed. “It’s getting dark, and I don’t like walking home after dark.”
Before I could offer to walk her wherever she needed to go, the door jingled and the woman I’d been waiting on for hours finally walked through the door.
“Mayday, mayday,” the woman muttered under her breath as she clocked who’d come in. “It’s the worst professor in the history of professors, and she’s looking right at you.”
My stomach clenched. “What’s worse is I have a baby with the woman.”
