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Methough… I fucking hit the jackpot when I landed this gig with The Centaurs. Five years now, and I’d attracted all sorts of women. This one had been the worst. I’d been naïve at the time and never saw she was after me because of status.
“Gilly, please, you sound so bitter. We were both young, and I wanted to explore the world. Anyway, it’s good to see you. I’m sure you’ll think the same of me eventually. I’d love to reconnect.” She stepped closer and ran one perfectly manicured finger over my chest. “We had a lot of fun. I really missed you. A lot.”
She had the audacity to run her fingers down to the edge of the waistband on my track pants. I caught her hand and stepped out of her grasp. She let go and smiled.
“See you soon Gilly,” she cooed and walked away.
Goddamn… women. What was wrong with my life? From one to the next, they were all driving me crazy.
Abby, who wanted a baby, and Giselle, who clearly wanted me.
She wouldn’t get me though. No way in hell. I was a different man now. Completely different to the guy she left behind.
The woman was trouble, the kind to stay far away from. We’d had fun indeed, but not the kind of fun I was looking to have with her ever again.
While I knew she wasn’t the type to take no for an answer, she’d have to take a backseat in my mind.
Whatever plan Giselle had up her sleeve could wait because I had to think of every way I could to stop Abby from making some crazy mistake.
Chapter 3
Abby
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It had been such a lovely night so far, and Jeff was amazing.
I would give him a ten in the looks department. And eight on personality, humor, and being able to carry a conversation.
It was nearly two hours into our date, and I was trying to find the right time and right way to bring up the subject of having a family. Right now, I had a list of a hundred guys I thought suited me, and he was the first test drive. It would have been nice if he worked out and I didn’t have to go through the others. It would fall dangerously into the dating territory, and I didn’t want to do that.
I planned to give birth next spring. I was hoping to avoid the intense heat of the summer and also get in some bikini time this summer before I got too big. Besides, it would be nice to have a spring baby. Any time between April or the first week of May. Easter time when everything was lush and new.
“It’s cool how they advertise too, very subliminal.” Jeff smirked, bringing out the dimples in his left cheek.
We were talking about Apple products. He was a software developer and very into his work. He’d worked with Apple for a while, which I thought was truly impressive.
“I know. You see the advert and don’t even have to see anything else before you want whatever it is they’re selling,” I answered.
He laughed, and a lock of his blond hair fell over his eye.
There was that natural pause again where it was time to either continue the conversation or change it.
We’d eaten and had a glass of wine each. I didn’t want any more to drink because I was already nervous enough as it was.
How did anyone ask a guy they’d just met if they’d have a baby with you? This all sounded perfectly fine inside my head. Outside it may be completely different. I didn’t want to sound crazy, like Gilly had called me.
“So, Jeff.” There. That was a start.
“Yes, Abby…” He grinned.
He was really cute and the kind of guy I could see myself getting to like. There was just no chemistry. No chemistry even though I knew he was attracted to me and I was definitely attracted to him.
No chemistry though, and that was something I liked to have.
“Your profile… On Tinder, your profile listed you as wanting a family.” I drew in a steady breath so that I could focus. I wished I’d made some sort of list of questions to ask. It would have helped me now.
He nodded. “Yes. I listed that. You did too. I figure it helps narrow down the search a little. I want someone who’s serious in something long term.”
