“Nah, not really. I’ve only dated a few people in the last few years and no one that my family has met, so there hasn’t been an opportunity.” I take a sip of my cocktail. “I have no idea how he’d act if I had a boyfriend.”
“Huh. Interesting.” He pauses. “Is he seeing someone?”
“Yes, he has a girlfriend.”
“How do they get along with your kid?”
“Fine. Obviously I worry, but—what can I do? I can’t control his household; I can only control mine. And things are great, I’m just missing that one thing.”
“Regular boning?”
I choke on my cocktail, shocked by his words.
No—shocked isn’t the right word. Amused? Surprised?
“You went straight for it, didn’t you?”
“It’s one of my favorite words for sex besides the wordsex.” He laughs.
“Well, that’s not the one thing that’s missing—there’s always a vibrator for that.” Ha ha. “You know I meant a relationship. I would love to ...”
Not be alone.
Have a partner.
Not have to rely on myself for everything.
“I would love to have someone other than my mother on my emergency-contact list,” I finally say, hoping he’ll find it funny.
And he does.
Dex gives me a chuckle, eyeing me over the rim of his glass. “I get it. My emergency contact is my agent.” He rolls his eyes. “How fucking lame is that? My agent and Landon Burke. Like, what the fuck are they gonna do if I break my neck or tear a ligament?”
I blink. “Break your neck? Isn’t that a bit extreme?”
“Hey. Out on that field anything can happen.”
“Jesus,” I breathe. “Your health insurance must be wild.”
Dex’s snicker is low and deep.
I pry my eyes away from his lips. His mouth.
I lift them to his eyes, only to find him staring at me.
“You’re funny,” he says at last.
I pause.
“Thanks.”
Chapter 10
Unknown Number:
Aren’t you glad you gave me your number at the end of that date?
Margot: