Page 18 of Dating the DILF
“You don’tpeoplewell?” His brow creases. “I’m not sure I know what that means.”
“I’m not good with people. I find most of them irritating and confusing a lot of the time. It’s exhausting, really.”
“Don’t lawyers have topeoplea lot?” he asks curiously.
“Yep.” I pop the sound of the P. “So much peopling. Which makes my threshold for it even lower on my off time.”
“Is this your polite way of saying you’re sick of me and it’s time to call it a day?”
“No,” I laugh. “Not at all. I’ve just been putting up with those two girls eyeing you like you’re their first coffee of the day for the last two hours.”
He turns and glances behind him just in time to see blonde one wink at him.
Are you kidding me right now?
When he shifts in his seat to look at me, his whole demeanor has changed and a sudden flutter of nerves hits me.
Miles reaches up and begins to play with his empty glass before casting an anxious look my way.
“There’s something you need to know.”
“Hello, Detective.” Adelaide opens the door to her apartment with Lucifer’s trademark greeting, including her—very bad—attempt at an English accent. “I thought you were going to come at five?”
I push past her, my arms full with a container of my homemade choc chunk marshmallow cookies and a bottle of coffee liqueur for the many,manyWhite Russians I plan on drinking tonight. “I’m only a little late.”
Addy grabs the liqueur bottle and heads to her tiny kitchenette, pointing to her laden coffee table.
“Put the cookies with the rest of the food. The next episode is queued up, just give me a sec to get you a drink.”
I flop onto her sofa with a loud grunt and slide my Tupperware container in between a bowl of peanut M&M’s and what looks to be Adelaide’s favorite chocolate peanut butter cupcakes. I use my finger to scoop up a bit of icing and savor the creamy peanut butter deliciousness.
“Hey, where’s the ice cream?” I shout, only to jump when Adelaide appears by my elbow, handing me my drink.
“I forgot to pick it up, you’ll have to make do without tonight. Deal with it.”
Today is really not a good day for ice cream.
“So.” She curls up next to me and points the remote at the television, bringing it to life. “How did today go?”
“It was…” I search for the right words and find myself coming up short.
“That does not sound promising.” Her wide blue eyes fill with sympathy. I hate it.
“It wasn’t bad.” I try to sound more confident than I feel as I stuff a cookie in my mouth.
“But it wasn’t good?”
“No, it was. It was just—He has a kid.”
Addy stops mid-chew. “Oh, shit. You, my love, are not a kid person, you know that, right?”
“Yes, Adelaide, thank you, I am well aware.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know.” I take a big gulp of my drink and contemplate how nice it is that there is such a thing as what is essentially an alcoholic coffee. “I really like him. He’s funny and he makes me feel comfortable. It’s like he cuts my awkward in half.”
“Plus, he’s hot, right?”
