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“I don’t think Sloane was very happy you called me for help, and not him.”

“I gathered that from his one-word, actually one-letter, response to my text.”

He winced on my behalf when he turned into the driveway.

“Sorry. But I’m glad you called me, and I was able to help. Just because we’re not dating doesn’t mean I’m not your friend.”

“I know, and I appreciate it. I’m glad we’re friends.”

“If you need anything, let me know.”

I leaned over and kissed his cheek as he put the car in park.

“Such a good guy.”

He gave me a wink. “Most of the time,” then got out to help me take Millie into the house along with the bags where I’d put the things I’d pulled from my car before it was towed away.

As we walked up the steps, I noticed a big Amazon box, along with a smaller one, sitting next to the front door.

“Wow, that was fast.”

“What’d you order?”

“Some baby bottles with different types of nipples. Millie has refused to take a bottle, so I’m trying to be creative. And a bassinet for Sloane’s room. He’s been a little salty about not being able to help out with her as much as he’d like.”

“Today’s accident probably isn’t going to help.”

“No,” I said wistfully. “Probably not.”

“I know I said to make him work to get you back, but I think he needs to keep working on himself first.”

“I think you’re right.”

And I’d gone and complicated things by sleeping with him again.

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Sloane

Ashley walked in the front door with Millie’s car seat, diaper bag, and Target bags in her hands, while Jeff carried Amazon boxes.

They looked like a happy family. At the carnival, it’d pissed me off, now it just gutted me.

“Are you okay?” Crash asked as Ash set the bags on the steps to her apartment.

“We’re okay. I’m probably going to be sore once the adrenaline and endorphins finish wearing off and the swelling starts.”

I wanted to pull her into my arms and Millie simultaneously from her car seat and hug them both. And make sure for myself that they were all right, but I wasn’t steady enough on my feet yet, plus I was still bitter Ashley had called Jeff instead of me, so I settled for kissing Millie’s little head.

“Did you guys go shopping?” Stu quipped.

“No, that was the stuff from my car.”

Stu motioned to the boxes Jeff set by the kitchen island.

“Oh, those were on the porch. It’s some stuff I ordered for Millie.” She looked at me with a forced smile. “I bought a bassinet for downstairs.”

Of course she did because she was fucking thoughtful. And I was totally unworthy of her.

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