I may have lied about having a date this week, but it also got me thinking that it might be nice to actually trysomething.
I don’t think Callie’s worries about me being “lonely” are warranted, but to the same point, I can’t say I want to be single forever. I’ve always kept my focus on my career. Any casualdating I had done really stopped when Callie moved in back in Seattle, and then it’s practically been the last thing on my mind since moving here.
The more I think about it, no one’s really piqued my interest the way Mia did yesterday. She was funny and so damn confident.
I’m annoyed as shit, but the kicker is, it’s not aimed at Callie—it’s toward myself, because clearly I’ve shown Callie something that’s led to the concern, but I’m not even sure what that could have been.
Finally getting out of the car, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. Well, there’s at least one thing to make me feel better.
Mia
Think you can swing by Winedown tomorrow? I’ve got a pretty cool plan for the engagement party and want a second opinion.
I can do that. Any particular time?
11? Or 10:50 I guess.
I want to say that was intended to be a smart-ass remark, but the joke’s on you, I’m not easily offended.
Is that a challenge?
Most definitely.
Shoving my phone back in my pocket, I make my way into Beck’s. Their dog, Dottie, does this little happy dance right as I walk in, begging for some attention. “Hey, Dottie, has no one pet you today?”
“Ha,” Jensen mocks as I go to pet Dottie. “Beck has ruined her. She begs for food and attention now because he caves every time.”
Beck holds his hands up in surrender. “I never claimed to be the strong parent.”
“Yeah, none of us thought you would be,” I say, making my way over to the island where Beck and Jensen are laying out all the food.
“Are we feeding an army?” Callie asks as she twists slightly on her barstool.
“Well, sort of.” Jensen shrugs. “Between the five grown men and Lucie well into her second trimester and eating for three…”
“Speaking of.” Beck pulls out a pan of cinnamon rolls. “Dex told me she’s been craving these so no one gets one until she gets one.”
Will shakes his head. “I picked up Miles the other day to hang for a few hours, and Lucie made me stop and bring her some on my way.”
I see the opportunity, but don’t say it—Beck, however, never lets Will know peace.
“Look at you, such a good uncle, picking up the kid so his sister can have uninterrupted sex with his teammate.”
Will sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You know you can let some of them go. You don’t always have to comment.”
Callie reaches for Will’s arm. “Oh, babe, you walked right into that one.”
Will pulls her chair closer to him, and I see that shit-eating smile on his face. “At least I’m?—”
“Don’t finish that sentence. I swear to god, I’ll make it worse than what Beck said.”
Jensen laughs. “Okay, for a change in conversation, you guys will get to officially meet my sister tonight.”
Beck gets that same look Will just had, and I know the topic isn’t changing that much. “Stella actually encourages our sex life. Said I should crack her like a glow stick.”
I swallow my laugh the moment Jensen whacks Beck in the back of the head.
“Ow. It’s what she said,” Beck says in defense.
