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I looked at her like she was crazy. How did she not see?
“He’s not experienced enough.”
“I’m sure some of your first clients thought the same of you,” she said far too calmly. “You proved them wrong.”
“It’s not the same,” I said insistently.
“You can’t hold his youth against him.”
“He’s going to be distracted by Penelope.” I sank deeper into the chair, my eyes trained on our daughter.
“Distracted?” JoJo twisted in her chair to face me. “What are you talking about?”
“Penelope is beautiful. He’ll be thinking with his dick.” My frown deepened. Nope. I didn’t like Dr. Hotshot at all.
“And an older doctor won’t notice her beauty?”
“Old guys at least have some self-control.”
JoJo stifled a smile. “And you know this from experience?”
I cut my gaze to her. “Yeah, I do.”
“What if he’s the doctor who can pull Penelope through this?”
I didn’t like that tone. She was leading me down a path where I had to agree with her.
“What if he’s not?” I shot back.
She sighed. “Be nice.”
I made a disgruntled noise.Nice? Not a chance.
Dr. Hotshot was working himself intoNeilterritory rapidly. And that jerk better not come by anytime soon either.
“Go take a shower. You need to relax.”
Why did JoJo have to be so sensible?
“I’d rather take one with you,” I said petulantly.
She didn’t bother hiding her smile. “I thought old guys could control themselves?”
I clamped my lips together.
She kissed my cheek. “Go.”
Reluctantly, I stood. My mood was shot. Part of it was exhaustion. I knew it, but didn’t care. Maybe this old man could control his dick but not his mood.
Our bags were on the floor by the bed. I’d have to give credit to Dr. Anderson. The place was nice.
The bedroom and en-suite bath was private, yet close to Penelope. I hadn’t really taken in much else about the space, except there was a sitting area. Supposedly there was some sort of kitchen, but food was the last thing on my mind.
Quickly, I undressed, once again grateful to Elliott for seeing that we had something clean to wear. He and Vivian’s friend, Muriella, had gone to both my and JoJo’s apartments to pack some things for us.
Normally, I’d be a little apprehensive to have someone go through my apartment alone, but Muriella was a kind and decent woman.
I turned on the taps and stepped into the shower without letting the water warm. The cold water temporarily jolted me from my sour mood.
