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“Duh.” She wiggles in her seat before shifting the car into drive. “So … does this mean, you’restaying?”
I’ve lost count of the number of times Stella has asked me to move here—before and after the Dallas situation. I would’ve been fired for refusing to relocate if I worked for anyoneelse.
“Undecided. I’m giving it a chance, but I can’t make any promises. I still need to come up with my single-momplan.”
We don’t leave the parking lot because she puts her car back in park to give me her fullattention.
Her face fills with worry. “You’re not a single mom, Wills. You haveDallas.”
I’m single. I’m going to be a mom. Hence, singlemom.
“Not sure that makes a difference,” Imutter.
Her hand tenderly brushes against my arm. “If you’re worried about that, I can assure you, Dallas will be there for your baby …for you.He’ll change diapers and wake up when the baby is screaming bloody murder in the middle of the night. He’ll help financially. If that’s not someone supporting you, I don’t know whatis.”
I snort. She has a point, but I still want to see him as the jackass I thought he was thatmorning.
“Why are you so uneasy about a man being agood man?If I recall correctly, you were jumping my ass when Hudson and I were going through a rough patch. It’s your turn tolisten.”
I hate when my actions come back to bite me in the ass. “Differentcircumstances.”
“How are theydifferentcircumstances?”
“Hudson had cheating fiancée baggage. He wasn’t a single dad who lost his wife. What’s Dallas going to do? Have sleepovers with Maven at my apartment? I won’t be stepping foot into his house after what happenedthere.”
She rolls her eyes, her understanding moving into aggravation. “Grow up. He was going through a roughtime.”
“He didn’t seem to have a problem with me in his bed when we were screwing—only when it was time to face hismistake.”
“He doesn’t see you as amistake.”
“You didn’t see his reaction. The way he still looks atme.”
“I’ll pay better attentiontoday.”
“Today?”
She shrugs casually with a mischievous smile. “We’re bringing themlunch.”
“We?” I turn around to view the backseat. “Do you have someone shoved in yourtrunk?”
“You and me.Us.We’re bringing the guyslunch.”
“They’re grown men. Can’t they feedthemselves?”
I’ve texted Dallas a few times on the phone, but I haven’t seen him since the diner. I’m still in the process of getting comfortable with him when we’re alone. Hudson and Stella breathing over our shoulders won’t make it anyeasier.
Chapter Eighteen
Dallas
I wipemy hands on a shop towel and toss it to the ground when my stomach growls. “Shirley’s for lunch?” I ask Hudson. “I’m fuckingstarving.”
I’ve been here since five in the morning, finishing up an engine on a tractor for my father’s friend who needed it done yesterday. One of our biggest battles of working with agriculture and construction customers is that they’re seasonal. They want their equipment done the moment they drop it off, or they’re losingmoney.
Good for ourpockets.
Bad for our stresslevels.
