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“Sure, do you think they’ll be okay with her being on the sidelines with you?”
I turn toward him, and he shakes his head. “Smartass.”
“Do you want to hold a sixteen-month-old on your lap for an entire game?”
He stands and heads my way, grabs a carrot, dips it, and chomps down on it. “Give me some credit, I’d get a box for my girls.” He winks.
“How sweet.” I ignore the way my chest warms when he refers to Clover and me as his girls.
His hands land on my hips from behind me, and he leans down. “Relax, it’s just my parents.”
“Your very rich parents.” I finish arranging the tray to my liking.
“Speaking of…” He stares out the front window. “They’re here, honey,” he says, in a voice as though we’re a couple, and this is something we do all the time.
I’d feel so much better if my mom and dad were already here, but she’s cooking the lasagna at her house, so mine won’t be full of smoke if the sauce drips on the bottom of the oven.
Walking over, I see his family through the front window climbing out of a black SUV with tinted windows. “That’s Ollie? Wow, you can tell you’re brothers.”
Damon scowls at me. “What did I ever do to you?” Then he opens the door.
His mom kisses his cheek and comes over and hugs me. “Hi, Adeline. Where is she?” She pulls away and scans behind me.
“The bassinet. She’s sleeping.”
Heather rushes over, stopping at the coffee table to put on some sanitizer from the bottle there, and she picks up Clover. Okay then.
“Oh my god, she’s so beautiful,” she coos. “Come look, Stanley.”
“You’re living here?” Ollie asks when he comes into the house.
“Yes, dipshit, and don’t say anything,” Damon says in a low voice, but I still hear him.
Ollie walks into the room. His entire persona screams, “I have money.” His loafers and sweater have matching logos I’m not familiar with, but I’m sure they are some uber-expensive designer brand. His dark-blond hair is perfectly styled, not a hair out of place.
I definitely prefer my Siska.
Ollie holds up both hands. “Hey, I wasn’t going to say anything. It’s cute in here.”
Damon mouths sorry at me and shuts the door.
“She’s the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen,” Stanley says, having bypassed me and gone straight over to the baby.
I’m not sure if Heather is going to give her up or if Stanley even wants to hold her.
“Ollie, come look at your niece,” Heather says.
He walks over and peers into his mom’s arms. “She’s too pretty to be Damon’s.” He laughs and comes over to the table. “Catered or homemade?”
Seriously, this guy is a dick.
“Homemade. You’ll have to slum it.” I give him my best version of a serene smile.
Ollie laughs at me, pointing his half-eaten green pepper my way. “I like you. I bet you give him a run for his money. He needs that. God knows from what I heard, Greta never did it.”
Greta? Who’s Greta?
The doorbell rings, and I’m thankful to see my mom in the window.
