Page 10 of Mr. Flirt

She turned to me just as the nurse came in. “You should go home. I know you probably have stacks of paper to go through or whatever it is you do as a hotshot attorney.”

I rolled my eyes. “Code for get outta here. I’m exhausted anyway.”

She smiled. “Something like that.”

One of the many things that had made our friendship so strong over the years was the brutally honest tone we’d struck with one another.

“Besides, I don’t want you to have to deal with my mom,” she added.

“Oh, right.” I nodded.

Danni’s mom thought that her daughter should take one for the team and look the other way, pretend none of the cheating happened, or the lying, or anything else that may have undone their relationship.

Never mind the fact that Bill had seemingly moved on. It was never said between Danni and me, but even if she wanted to go that route, he didn’t.

I noticed my jaw had clenched at the mere thought of him.

How could he not even be here for his daughter’s birth?

I pushed down the anger and plastered a smile on my face.

“Love ya, and you two get some rest. Call me when you want me back.”

The nurse rolled over the baby’s bassinet, which looked more like a plastic bin, and I wandered out of the hospital room.

Being there for the birth of Blair was something I’d never forget, and Danni asking me to be her godmother was such a blessing. The topper was Danni using Lucy as Blair’s middle name. I was on cloud nine, and I didn’t have to do any of the hard work.

But by the time I’d gotten on the elevator and walked all the way to the parking garage, I was exhausted.

I’d been going and going since yesterday, and it all finally all hit me.

Today was Saturday, and I felt like collapsing.

When Danni had drifted off after she gave birth, I tried to do the same on the awkward leather recliner, but between all the call bells and announcements coming over the hallway speakers, it was a lost cause.

As I slipped into the car, I saw a message from my sister slide over.

Hey, when you left, some super-hot guy asked for your information. He said you brushed him off, but he was so hot that I couldn’t imagine any woman in her right mind doing that. I even tried to convince him to treat me to a little birthday surprise, but he didn’t take me up on it. Anyway, he has your number. His name is Ship or Shep or Chip. I don’t know.

My eyes widened at the words sitting on my phone screen. Brushed off some guy at the bar? I shook my head. I didn’t even see any interested guy, let alone brush one off.

I scowled at the phone and started typing back.

Why would you give a complete stranger my phone number?

She quickly replied.

He was hot.

I rolled my eyes and texted back. My sister was so predictable.

Yeah. You mentioned that. Yet, you don’t even know if his name is Chip,Ship, or Shep.

Another text tolled over.

Quit being such a lawyer and live a little. Besides, he might not reach out.

My scowl deepened. Why wouldn’t he reach out?

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