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I nod. “Yes, but hegotmarried. That’s a big step for someone. He gave another woman a ring, said I do, and was with her for years. And get this; no one knew about her, not even his best friend.”
“Divorces aren’t that uncommon. Maybe he thought marrying her was the right thing to do. Did he knock her up maybe?”
I shake my head. “He said he doesn’t have any kids. He might’ve divorced her because she went to prison.”
“Prison? Chick is in prison? Like murder prison or fancyI didn’t pay my taxesprison? I need details, pronto.”
“Trust me, I want details as much as you, but he won’t give me anything.”
She sets Samuel’s empty bottle on the table and starts burping him. “You didn’t check the internet? Hello? Google is the new private investigator. It’ll save you time and money.”
I shrug. “I thought about it, but it doesn’t feel right to go behind his back. I want him to trust me enough to tell me himself.”
“You are a patient soul. I would’ve already had the prison wife’s entire family tree looked up, seen her middle school yearbook pictures, and known her blood type.”
“I just”—I sigh—“don’t want to break his trust.”
“I understand, but let me know if you change your mind and need assistance in the stalking department. I excel at it.”
I laugh. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
“Are you inviting him to dinner tonight?”
I can’t stop myself from grinning like a teenager who just scored her first prom date. “Already did, and he said he’d come.”
As if his ears were burning, my phone beeps with a text from Gage.
Gage: Just pulled in. You up for some company?
His offering to hang out is a good sign.
Me: If you don’t mind a baby, a napping kid, and a nosy future sister-in-law, come right up.
Gage: Sounds like a blast to me. I’ll stay quiet.
I set my phone down and attempt to give Willow a serious look. “He’s coming up, so please don’t interrogate him.”
She frowns. “You’re no fun anymore.”
Gage doesn’t bother knocking before walking into the loft, and I can’t stop myself from licking my lips at the sight of him in his uniform again. He could sport that every night when he comes home, and I’d still never tire of it.
Willow swoons when he kisses my cheek and pulls out the chair next to mine. I can feel my cheeks blushing. This is the first time we’ve touched like this in front of someone.
He tilts his head toward a cooing Samuel. “You’ve got a cute little man there.”
Willow peeks down at Samuel and plays with the fat roll on his arm. She scoots her chair out, situates my nephew on her side, and stares at Gage. “Thank you. You want to hold him while I use the bathroom real quick?”
At first, Gage seems taken aback by her question, but he eventually nods. “Yeah, sure.”
“I can take him,” I blurt out, sliding my chair out from the table.
Willow glances away from him to me. “Was that too intrusive?”
Gage holds his arms out. “No, not at all. Hand the little guy over.”
Willow carefully places Samuel in Gage’s hold and makes sure he’s steady before heading to the bathroom. I’m tempted to kick my foot out and trip her. Her question was a test of his character.
My mom always says, “You don’t know someone’s patience until you see how they act with a child.”
