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He rang the doorbell and a woman about his age answered. She had shoulder-length blonde hair, and judging by her tight clothes, probably worked out every day. And her tits were way too perky for her age to be real.
She looked like every other woman he used to run into at the club, Susan included, back when he used to still go. Before his wife made a fool of him and he became the topic of gossip.
He fucking despised being fodder for the rumor mill.
“Hi!” she said brightly. “I’m Lydia, Nicole’s mom.”
He dutifully nodded in acknowledgment. “Aiden.”
She gestured to the living room. “Won’t you come in?”
That was the last thing he wanted to do. Still, since there was no way he could say no, he stepped over the threshold. But he wasn’t interested in returning her flirty smile when she gestured to the couch and asked, “Would you like to sit down?”
“I’m fine, thanks.”
He pulled out his phone and barely glanced at her again as he fired off a text to Brianna to hurry.
Lydia twirled a strand of her hair. Aiden suspected she was a lot like his ex-wife in that men didn’t often turn her down for anything.
“Are you sure? I don’t know how much longer the girls are going to be. Would you like something to drink while you wait? A beer? Cocktail? Soda? Water?”
“I’m all set.”
“I’ve got a nice selection of wine…”
Aiden felt the scowl form on his face. “I’m driving. With my daughter in the car.”
“Oh, I—uh,” she stammered to come up with a response. He’d obviously embarrassed her.
He sighed, kicking himself. Normally he wouldn’t give a shit, but this was his daughter’s best friend’s mom; he needed to at leasttryto play nice. This was not a part of parenting he was versed in. Susan used to handle all the interactions with other parents, especially any hot moms. He suspected there was no way his ex would have allowed a woman who looked like Lydia—married or single—near him alone.
I should’ve waited in the goddamn car.
Fighting the urge to pinch between his eyebrows, he mustered up a polite smile.
“I’m sorry; it’s been a long day. Sometimes I leave my bedside manner at the hospital.”
That seemed to soothe her because her flirty smile returned.
“Brianna said you were a cardiologist at Boston General.”
He nodded.
“That must be stressful.”
“It can be.”
“I’m sure being a single dad doesn’t help the situation.”
“It’s taken some getting used to, but fortunately I have great kids, so that’s helped.”
She placed a hand on his arm. “Well, us single parents need to stick together. If you ever needanything—help with Brianna, or just someone to talk to and get drunk with because you’ve had a bad day, please call me.”
Yeah, no, he wouldn’t be doing that. Still, he nodded and said, “Thanks, I appreciate that.”
“Give me your phone,” she demanded, holding out her hand.
Uhhhh, no.
