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“One centimeter dilated, otherwise nothing,” Brandon said. “Grace wants me to get the snip since it’s a boy. She says we’ll have a girl and a boy and she’s done.”
“How do you feel about that?”
“I think it’s too early to say. I say we wait and see how having two goes before we make a final decision. She forgot what it was like to be pregnant the first time, maybe she’ll forget this time too.”
Sullivan listened while he watched Nigel take his napkin and wipe the rim of the glass he was drinking from. “She’ll definitely forget. One look at that baby in her arms and it’s all gone. I remember that with Kendra. Having a baby is the best thing on the planet.”
He thought Nigel could probably hear him. Nigel made a face, like he had to disagree with what Sullivan was saying. He finished his drink and stood up.
“That’s what I’m hoping. I’d like more kids. I have a great career with a healthy bank account, we’re still young, Grace can stay at home with the kids or work, I don’t care. I’d love to have at least three, maybe four.”
“Yeah.” Sullivan watched Nigel toss money down on the bartop. He lifted his hand to Sullivan.
“Hey, thanks, man,” Sullivan said, pulling his phone away from his mouth briefly. “You and Eddie have a safe trip back to New York.”
Nigel nodded, then smiled a little as he shook his head. “I can't get used to hearing everyone calling her Eddie.”
“Old habit,” he told him.
Was he feeling smug that he had known Eddie first? Yes. Was he also feeling resentful that he didn’t know what her life in New York was like? Also, yes.
“I feel like there’s a lot about Edwina’s childhood I wasn’t aware of. She’s sportier than I realized.”
“She is.” If Sullivan was truly gracious he would give Nigel a tip that Eddie wanted to join a shuffleboard league. But he was a sore loser. He could admit that. So he didn’t tell Nigel dick. Let him and his perfect skull figure it out on his own.
“Take care.” Nigel nodded.
“You too.”
It was clear to Sullivan that Nigel had no clue anything had happened between him and Eddie. Nigel didn’t seem suspicious at all. He seemed confident that everything was as it should be in his relationship. His chipper attitude might be a cover, but Sullivan didn’t think so. He didn’t know Eddie was having doubts.
He almost felt sorry for the guy. Almost.
As he headed out the door, Sullivan put the phone back to his ear. “He’s gone.”
“You sure you don’t want to just talk to Eddie?”
“I’m sure.” This was her move, her play. He was pretty sure she’d called a time out. He was going to sit on the bench for a minute.
“Okay, I have to go. My daughter is calling me.”
“Got it. Talk to you later.” He ended the call and shoved his phone in his pocket.
Then jumped when he realized Angel was standing next to him.
“How the fuck do you do that?” he asked, annoyed. He hadn’t even seen her come behind the bar.
“I’m not trying to be sneaky. You just don’t pay attention,” she said, reaching down behind the counter into the fridge for a vodka seltzer.
“You can’t just take whatever you want,” he protested. “You’ll fuck up my inventory.”
“I’ll ring it up under Torin’s employee number, don’t worry.” She popped the tab and took a sip. “Callahan gets home next week.”
Angel’s other brother had been a bit of a rolling stone for the last decade. “So you’re drinking in advance?”
He was joking but she nodded. “He brings bad energy. I need to dull my senses.”
“Can you at least go sit on the other side of the bar? It’s a bad look that a customer can just come behind the bar and grab liquor.”
