Page 126 of Own the Eights Maybe Baby

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“What?”

“The park,” she answered.

The location of their not-so-cute meet-cute when he was all about being a perfect ten asshat.

“I can picture you in that awful cardigan, chasing Mr. Tuesday and calling after him like a lunatic,” he said, egging her on a touch.

“Oh, come on. You know that’s when you fell in love with me,” she teased, but she wasn’t far off the mark.

From the moment this sassy woman anointed him the Emperor of Asshattery, he was a goner.

“I think that’s whenyoufell in love withme,” he said, making sure to sound as asshattish as possible.

She barked out a laugh.

“Maybe not at that exact moment,” he conceded.

She glanced up and caught his eye. “But it wasn’t too long after.”

He gave her hand a gentle squeeze as they continued down the street in silence, Mr. Tuesday padding along beside them. The memories of their relationship flashed through his mind like one of those old slide projectors.

Click.

First image: Georgie staring him down with those flashing, blue-green eyes, demanding he help her catch her dog.

Click.

Georgie standing in the produce aisle, ruining cucumbers for Save the Whales Steve.

Click.

Georgie staying by his side, smiling up at him as he overcame his baby goat phobia.

Click.

Georgie in her wedding dress.

Click.

Georgie rocking baby Ollie to sleep.

Click.

Georgie with sex hair, pressing her hands to his chest and riding his hard length as their souls intertwined.

“Hey? Earth to Jordan. Come in, Jordan?” she said, gazing up at him with a creased brow.

“Slide projector sex hair,” he blurted, for what reason, he didn’t know. He was pretty damn sure slide projector sex hair never was, nor would it ever be, the response to any reasonable question.

She gestured with her chin. “We’re here.”

He blinked a few times and focused on the bookshop entrance.

“Were you having a man-pregnancy delusion?” she asked.

“More like a man-pregnancy delusion oasis filled with a bunch of hot Georgies.”

“That’s a new one! I was thinking about you in your cowboy chaps,” she confessed with a devious grin.

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