Page 23 of I Knew He Was Trouble
“If you keep flirting with me, I’m going to think you like me.”
We come to a stop while Winston sniffs some bushes.
Kelsey leans in closer and whispers, “Trust me, you wouldn’t be able to handle me flirting with you.”
“I’d like to see you try.” My lips pull up into a sly grin. I’m not sure what game we’re playing here, but whatever it is, I’m determined to win.
I hate saying that my sister is right… But right now, hiding in the family bathroom at Evie’s dance studio, I’m beginning to understand her wisdom in pulling Evie from dance while she’s staying with me.
Honestly, Tess was trying to do me a favor. I haven’t been here more than five minutes, and I’ve already been approached by almost every mom here—at least all thesingleones.
I feel like a sheep in a wolf’s den, being attacked by the entire pack. Except I’m getting showered with flirtatious comments rather than bitten, although I’m sure some of these ladies would bite me if I let them. I shudder at the thought. I’d even prefer Kelsey’s biting words to these ladies, and that’s saying something.
After unlocking the door, I cautiously push it open and pop my head out, trying to see if the coast is clear. My gaze is instantly drawn to the group of single moms all standing together in the lobby a few yards away. I duck as I eavesdrop on their conversation.
“Did you hear he took Evie in last-minute to help his sister?”
“I love a man who steps up for his family.”
“Andhe’s a pediatrician.”
“A hot children’s doctor who looks like he could be on the cover ofBaywatch? Yes, please.”
“I’d let him give me an exam any time.”
I look up as one of the blondes wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, and I think I’ve heard enough. Going back out there and braving the den of wolves is the last thing I want to do.
Turning the knob on the door, I close it as quietly as possible before locking it.
I’ve had the occasional woman flirt with me at the doctor’s office, but I have a strictno-dating-parents-of-patientspolicy. This blatant, outright flirting is uncharted territory.
If I’m going to survive dance class pickups for the next three months, I need to figure out a way to survive the overzealous women here.
I pull out my phone but pause when I realize I don’t have anyone to ask for help. My sister is out of the country, my parents are traveling, and I still don’t have any friends here. As crazy as it sounds, I feel like the one person I can count on right now is Kelsey.
Before I can think better of it, I text the one person I thought I would never ask for advice.
ME
I know we don’t necessarily have a texting kind of relationship, but please just pretend we do for the next five minutes…
Is there proper protocol I should follow when being cornered by single dance moms?
Her response is so immediate that the text vibration makes me jump.
KELSEY
RUN!
ME
And if running is no longer an option?
KELSEY
Where are you now?
ME
