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“Fine,” I said, trying to sound airy and all whatever, even though my voice was a little too high to accomplish such a feat. “I’ll never bother you with my completely appropriate, clean jokes ever again, then.”
“Oh, don’t be that way,” he chided through a grin. “You know I was just kidding.” It was his turn to nudge my sandals with his ratted sneaker. “Come on. Hit me with another. I swear, I won’t bash this one.”
“Nope. Not falling for it.”
“But you never know.” His voice was charming, cajoling, and oh so tempting. “It could be my newest favorite joke of all time.”
I snorted.
“Please.” He added an eyelash-batting grin to the begging, which okay, really made me want to give in.
But I held firm, though I had no idea why, and I lifted my chin stubbornly. “Never again.”
“Felicity,” he scolded. “Tell me a damn joke.”
“Uh-uh.” Finding my fingernails suddenly the most interesting things I’d ever inspected, I examined them, looking for chips and dirt. “So, what do you want to be when you grow up?” I asked, totally flipping the conversation around so I wouldn’t end up giving in to him with one of my subpar anecdotes.
Unable to change gears so quickly, he sent me a startled glance before crinkling his eyebrows. “Huh?”
I shrugged. “I’m just curious. Where do you see yourself in ten years?”
Blurting out a laugh, he shook his head. “What is this? Some kind of job interview?” Then he arched an eyebrow and cocked me a sideways glance. “Where do you see yourself in ten years, Miss Bainbridge?”
I rested my chin on my knees. “In college.”
“At twenty-five?” he sputtered. “Holy shit, what do you plan on becoming? A freaking doctor?”
“Actually, yes. But not a medical doctor. And don’t cuss in front of my niece, please.”
“Pfft.” He snorted and shook his head, even though a grin lingered around his lips. “You think that was bad? You should hear the crap Mercy spews at Bentley to her face. This kid has no chance of not having a potty mouth.”
I started to tell him he still didn’t need to be part of the problem, but he went and added, “And what kind of doctor isn’t a medical doctor?”
I shrugged. “A psychological one.”
“A psych....” He pulled his head back as if surprised. When Bentley stirred in her sleep, he glanced down and shifted her until she was resting her cheek on his shoulder. Patting her back gently and swaying back and forth, he returned his attention to me. “You want to be a psychologist?”
I nodded and bit my bottom lip. “Yeah. I do. A child psychologist.”
“Wow,” he murmured, and he actually sounded impressed, which warmed a little spot in my heart. “That’s just...I don’t know. Wow.” When he shook his head, more bewildered than impressed, I frowned.
“What?” Gnawing on my lip, I watched him intently.
“Nothing. It’s just. It’s so...random. And yet specific. You don’t see a lot of fifteen-year-olds deciding something quite like that.”
“Almost sixteen,” I automatically corrected.
He sent me a dry glance. “Same fucking difference,” he argued, only to quickly revise, “Same freaking difference. Sorry.” When he glanced down at the sleeping baby, something warm passed through me.
He’d watched his language...for me.
I loved that.
“It’s just...” He shrugged before adding, “I can’t see anyone so young wanting to be something like that, just out of the blue, unless you actually know a child psychologist.”
When I blushed, his brown eyes widened. “Holy shit, you do? You’ve been to a psychologist?”
“Hey!” I picked up a handful of dirt and acorns and twigs at my side and tossed them at him, making sure they sprinkled over his pant legs and went nowhere near our niece. “It’s not something to be ashamed of. But, no, I haven’t.” I threw more fallen acorns at him. “Why would you automatically assume I’m mentally unstable?”
