Boys of the Big Easy book two
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“I’m going to kill you.”
Those were absolutely not the words that Logan Trahan had been expecting to hear when Dana Doucet pushed him into his office, shut the door, and backed him up against it. Take off your pants. I need you. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Fuck me. Now. All of those had been possibilities.
“You had one job.” Her cheeks were pink and her green eyes were flashing.
And Logan realized she really was pissed. And that if he kissed her right now, it wouldn’t help.
But he still wanted to.
“What did I do?”
“You got me pregnant.”
Okay, those were absolutely not the words that Logan had been expecting to hear from Dana Doucet. Ever.
Dana let out a long breath and paced to the other side of the office. “I’m pregnant.”
She spun back to face him. “I can’t believe you tried to get me to go out with you for nine months, and I finally give in—once—and now I’ve got another nine months of not being able to avoid you.”
That was not funny. But Logan felt his mouth curl anyway. “I do make an impression.”
Dana’s mouth dropped open. Literally. She stared at him and Logan glanced around, checking for things that she could use as a weapon. Unfortunately, there were several pens, a stapler, and a fork all within her reach.
He put his hands up, the sign of surrender. “Okay, I’m sorry. That was…”
“An asshole thing to say.”
“Dammit, Logan!” she suddenly exclaimed. “All you had to do was put the condom on correctly. That’s it. Something you’ve—allegedly—done dozens of times. I was handling everything else.”
“Hey,” he said, breaking into her rant. “I’ve done that hundreds of times.”
And right before his eyes, he watched one of the most beautiful women he’d ever met morph into a murderous ball of fury.
She came at him with her fist back, hell-fire in her eyes, and he almost didn’t grab her in time to prevent her from breaking his nose.
His fingers circled her tiny wrist and he pulled her up against him, their mouths barely an inch apart. “And by the way,” he said, low and gruff, “I was handling a lot more than the condom.”
“Well, apparently, you’re not very good at multitasking,” she told him.
She was still clearly pissed, but her voice had a breathlessness to it now that made Logan feel a surge of male satisfaction. Even when she was pissed off at him, he affected her.
Not that he was going to point that out to her. Just like he wasn’t going to mention how fucking hot she was when she was all riled up like this.
“I think making you come with my fingers while sucking on your nipples as I planned the next four ways I was going to fuck you could count as multitasking.”
He was aware that he was being kind of a jerk, but her little intake of air and the way her pupils dilated made him think nothing but yes. This woman was way too uptight. Way too stressed. And yet, he’d wanted her since the first time he’d met her. Men didn’t talk to her the way he did. Men didn’t pursue her the way he had. Most egos probably couldn’t handle her I’m-way-better-than-you attitude. Then again, most egos wouldn’t see that she was full of shit and was actually a little wounded and slightly scared and a lot amazing.
She’d lost her army sergeant husband, Chad Doucet, two years ago in the Middle East and was raising her two girls alone now. She was protective of them and of her heart. Understandably. But even with that, Logan couldn’t leave her alone. If she’d really wanted him to, he would have, of course. He didn’t force women to spend time with him. He didn’t need to, for one thing. For another, as the co-owner of Trahan’s Tavern, he’d stepped in too many times when a guy couldn’t take no for an answer to ever be that guy.
But no, Dana Doucet didn’t want him to leave her alone. She just wanted him to work for it. To earn it. And that was fine with him. Because, as much as it had surprised him at first, the widowed-single-mom thing did it for him. Dana was strong and protective and heartbroken. All of her stress and stick-up-her-ass stuff was because she didn’t want to mess things up for her daughters or get hurt again. And he admired the hell out of the way she was doing it all alone.
But if anyone needed to get laid—and laid well—it was this woman, and something Logan did very well was lay women.
And now, she was stuck with him.
That thought seemed to come up out of the blue. While the pregnant stuff was a pretty damned big surprise, he didn’t mind at all that it was going to be with this woman. That thought made his whole body clench with a feeling of damn right.
Was he reeling from the idea of being a dad? No, actually. He hadn’t planned it. He’d put that fucking condom on right, thank you very much. But this was hardly the end of the world. In fact, it was pretty damned great.
His brother, Gabe, had been a dad for almost six years now and Cooper’s mom had been out of the picture for five of those years. Logan had been very involved in helping with Cooper as much as he could. Then Gabe had met Addison and her five-year-old daughter, Stella, and had fallen head over heels for both of them. Gabe had adopted Stella and knocked Addison up within a few months.
Fatherhood, as far as Logan was concerned, was awesome and rewarding and something he’d always wanted. And Dana was an amazing mother.
Yeah, he’d absolutely fucked this up perfectly.
“If you kill me, I won’t be able to help change diapers,” Logan said to her, the feel of her warm breath on his lips, making it hard to concentrate on what they were discussing. Namely the news of their pending parenthood. Yeah, he really did need to concentrate on that. “And you definitely want me to help with that, right?”
He realized that most men would probably not be quite this laid-back about the news Dana had just dumped on him. But hey, people sometimes got pregnant when they had sex. And with the number of times he’d spun that particular roulette wheel, it was probably past time for his number to come up. He was just grateful it was with this woman. Not only was she already a fantastic mom, but hanging out with her for the next eighteen years was going to be just fine with him.
“Oh, you’re definitely helping with diapers,” she said, her eyes narrowing slightly.
She had yet to push away from him, Logan noted with some satisfaction.
“I’m also excellent at mixing up formula in the middle of the night,” he said. “And Gabe’s better at swaddling, but I’m a pro at car seats.”
Suddenly all of the starch went out of her and she slumped against him, resting her head on his chest. She drew in a shaky breath. Logan stroked his hand up and down her back. “It’s going to be okay, Dana,” he said softly.
“I can’t believe this,” she said. “The first time.”
“You don’t know that it was the first time,” he said, with a grin she couldn’t see. Which might have been a good thing. “We did it like six times that night. It could have been any of those.”
He probably needed to shut up. But he couldn’t. Dana needed a lot less seriousness in her life and he was the perfect guy to provide it.
She sniffed and he felt his chest tighten. Shit. Was she crying?
She lifted her head and looked up at him. She wasn’t crying. She also wasn’t glaring at him anymore. “I meant, it was the first time in two years and, of course, I get pregnant.”
“The first time…” Logan trailed off, his eyes widening. “That was the first time you’ve had sex in two years?”
But the next instant, the truth slammed into him. Her husband had died two years ago. Holy. Shit.
Dana arched a brow, watching him process the information and arrive at the obvious conclusion.
“I—” He had no idea what to say. Being with her had been amazing. He’d felt like a king just finally convincing her to go home with him and let him make her laugh and come. But he’d been her first since her husband’s death? That was humbling. And yet he could feel his ego ballooning.
Now her eyes narrowed again. “Really?”
“What?” he asked innocently.
“You’re feeling like a big stud now?”
A little part of him liked how well she knew him. He lifted a shoulder. “How can I not? You’re a conquest, babe, and I not only set foot on your island, but I planted my flag. Deep.”
Logan was half bracing for her to slap him across the face for that, but the little snort-laugh she gave had him grinning, and pulling her closer.
“You should have warned me how damned fertile you are,” he told her, bringing her hips against his.
She licked her lips. “Maybe I should have.”
He laughed lightly. “So this isn’t my fault?”
“Well, I did get pregnant two other times on the first try.”
“You only had sex with Chad two other times?” he joked. He had no problem talking about the other man. Chad was a war hero. He’d died in action. Two years ago. There was nothing there to be jealous of.
“No, but he knew how to use a condom.”
Logan grinned. “Well, the good news is, I don’t have to use one at all now.”
Both of her brows went up now. “Oh, really?”
Logan started gathering her skirt in his hand, inching it up her thighs. “Well, I can’t really get you more pregnant than you are right now.” Though the image of her getting bigger with his baby filled his mind, and he actually felt his cock hardening. Good god, he’d had no idea what a caveman he could be deep down.
He trailed his fingertips up the back of one of her bare thighs and she sighed. He smiled and ran the pads of his fingers to the lower curve of her ass. He put his lips against her neck and just breathed in for a moment as her hands fisted the front of his shirt. He dragged his jaw along the side of her neck, his days’ worth of stubble rubbing against her soft skin, and he felt her hands tighten.
He started walking her backward toward the wall behind her.
“Logan—” she tried again.
She bumped into the exposed brick and gave a little sigh. It was part resigned and part turned on.
“Dana,” he said softly, opening his lips over the spot where her neck curved into her shoulder, deliciously bare next to the strap of her sundress.
“I came here to yell at you.”
“And now you’re going to come here,” he said gruffly.
She sucked in a quick breath. “The last time we did this, we ended up pregnant.”
He kissed his way to her collarbone and then to her shoulder. “It could have been the first time we did this.” That’s right, six times that night. He wasn’t going to let her forget that or pretend it had been a lose-her-mind quickie in the front seat of his car. She’d put her hand in his, she’d let him tug her up the stairs to his apartment over the bar, and she’d stayed all night.
Dana’s head fell back against the wall behind her and she arched closer. She was definitely not trying to discourage him here. Not really. “You don’t think we should learn a lesson? Realize that this is nothing but trouble?”
Logan lifted his head and looked down at her. He waited until she opened her eyes and focused on him. “This is nothing but amazing,” he told her firmly.
“We’re pregnant.” There was a little waver in her voice now, as if maybe the realization of that was sinking in more and more as she said it. “That’s not a sign that this is trouble?”
He gave her a half smile. “That is a sign that I really am the luckiest son of a bitch my brother knows.”
She didn’t smile as she shook her head. “You barely know me. You have no reason to feel lucky here.”
“I get to be a dad.” He put his hands on either side of her face as she tried to shake her head again, holding her still. He traced his thumbs over her eyebrows and then smoothed the lines between them. “Dana, I know this isn’t something we planned. I realize that we didn’t pick this. I understand that you’ve already done this twice with another guy. But I’m thrilled with this. And I will be there to make sure you are too.”
“You barely know me,” she said again, softer.
And she barely knew him. He heard that part of her thought as if she’d said it out loud too. He nodded. That was true.
“Arthritis on my mom’s side. A little bit of dementia on my dad’s.” He paused. “Okay, honestly, probably more than a little. You’ll see when you meet my aunt Marie. You’ll think that’s what it is when you meet my aunt Cora, but she’s just crazy. I’m messy, but I always show up on time. I hate broccoli, but I’ll choke it down in front of the kids. I love Cheetos. Like love Cheetos. And no, I can’t control that. You’ll have to just deal with it. I will hold the door for you. You’ll also just have to deal with that. I love rain. I watch too many YouTube videos. I hate shopping, but love going to the grocery store. And I know every damned word to Goodnight, Moon and It’s Not Easy Being a Bunny.” He leaned in and kissed her. “I also come with an amazing grandma, a kickass uncle and aunt, and the best cousins a kid could ever want. As long as the kid is into alligators. At least a little,” he finished against her mouth.
She didn’t say anything, and when he lifted his head he was startled to find tears in her eyes.
Dana shook her head. “Cheetos’ dust on my furniture is a hard line.”
Logan felt a strange rush of relief. “I use wet wipes. I’m not an animal.”
She gave a little laugh, and Logan felt his chest tighten again.
“I will be there for this,” he said, firmly. “I will be there for all of it.” Then he realized that maybe he wasn’t making her feel better. “If you want me to be. As much as you want me to be.” Then he realized that he really couldn’t give her full-on permission to leave him out because he was going to help raise this baby. And Dana really might think it would be better without him. “As long as you let me in on a lot of it. Most of it. Like 95 percent of it.”
He watched her watching him. He knew the wheels were turning in her head, and he was holding his breath. He would insist on being involved. He’d be a regular pain in her ass if she tried to keep him out of this. Then again, he’d probably be a bit of a pain in her ass if she let him in too. They were very different people. She was regimented and organized and in charge. He was laid-back and loved to have a good time and took only a few things seriously—his good times, his bar, and his family.
But she was going to be his family. So she was definitely going to get to see his serious side. Such that it was.
“You can have ninety-seven percent if you keep giving me nights like the one where this all happened,” she finally said.
And Logan’s knees nearly buckled with the relief that washed over him.
She wanted more. She wanted him. At least in her bed and in the baby’s life. That was all he needed to know. It had taken him nine months to talk her into this, but it wasn’t like they could get into more trouble now, right?
“I’ll make you want ninety-nine percent,” he nearly growled. Then he took her mouth in a deep, hot kiss. One hundred percent was a lot to ask, but he had no doubt that he could make up for the Cheetos’ dust and the other things he was going to bring into her very ordered life. Okay, most of it.
She arched against him, her hands letting go of his shirt to slide up to the back of his neck, holding him close. She opened her mouth and he stroked his tongue along hers boldly. She gave a little moan and he palmed her ass, only a thin layer of silk between his hand and bare skin. Then he slid under that thin barrier and squeezed. “Tell me you’ve got the next thirty minutes free,” he said.
“Take your dress off.”
She reached for the straps of her dress and pulled them down, revealing her skimpy, pale pink bra. “Best I can do.”
“That’ll work.” He reached behind her for the hooks, as she reached for his fly.
He had her bare breasts in his hands a moment later, as he felt his zipper give. He thumbed her nipples, making her arch and moan as she slid a hand into his boxers. He groaned at the contact. She had tiny hands. She had tiny everything—feet, ears, breasts. And he loved it all. He was six-one and had never felt particularly short with women, but Dana made him feel big and dominant and…dammit, manly. Cave-manly to be exact. Because he’d love nothing more than to throw her over his shoulder and carry her upstairs. He might even grunt as he did it.
“Fourteen minutes,” she told him breathlessly.
And she was a stickler for schedules. That was another way they were very different.
“I could make you forget about whatever you’ve got going on,” he promised gruffly.
“Nope.” She stroked her hand up and down his length, and he almost forgot what they were talking about. “Have to pick the girls up from school.”
The girls. Right. Her kids. Because she was a mom. He was going to have to get better at schedules and stuff.
“Well, then, we’d better get to it.” He reached under her dress, gripped the back of her panties and pulled them down. She kicked them off and he cupped her ass, lifting her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he turned, walking them to his desk. The bricks of the one office wall not covered with filing cabinets and shelves were too rough for him to pin her against for what was about to happen.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Dana froze in his arms. Logan groaned. “What?” he shouted.
It was his brother, Gabe. It had to be. He knew that Logan was in here with Dana. The bastard.
“Logan? It’s Reagan.”
Okay, it might not be Gabe.
“Uh, just a second, Reagan,” he called.
Logan looked down at Dana. Her previously unwrinkled dress was bunched below her breasts and above her thighs, her light brown hair with its perfectly applied gold highlights was wild around her shoulders, and her lips were pink, not from her never-without-it lipstick, but from his lips.
He liked all of that. A lot.
Of course, one of her perfect eyebrows was arched as well.
“Our accountant,” he said.
“She sounds pretty.”
Reagan was, in fact, very pretty. “People can sound pretty?”
Dana was already pushing him back and pulling her dress back into place. Without putting her bra back on first. Which meant she was in a hurry to get covered back up. Dammit.
Okay, so he was a bit of a ladies’ man. A flirt. A playboy. But he was monogamous. And for the past nine months—he still thought that was awesomely ironic—the only woman he’d been interested in was Dana.
Plus, Reagan wasn’t interested.
He tucked himself back into his boxers and re-zipped, watching Dana run her hand through her hair and then a thumb over her lips. As if to wipe away his kiss.
Yeah, well, she could do that. For now. But she was pregnant with his kid. There was no wiping that away.
“She’s here for work,” he said.
“Okay.” Her tone suggested that she didn’t care, but the fact that she wasn’t looking at him said otherwise.
“Seriously. There’s no other reason for her to be here.”
Dana snorted at that. “Okay.” That was said with a little more sarcasm at least.
He reached out and snagged Dana’s elbow, pulling her around, and then up against him. “You have nothing to worry about.”
She actually rolled her eyes at that. “I’m having a baby with a man I barely know, who is actually acting happy about it, who runs a bar and flirts with tourists like it’s his job.”
“It is my job,” he said, lifting a shoulder. The women who came to New Orleans, particularly those who were checking out the bars in the French Quarter, were generally there for a good time. Part of that good time included delicious drinks and great music. Good-looking bartenders who had a Louisiana drawl and loved to flirt made it all that much better.
Dana frowned. “It doesn’t matter.”
It did. He could tell. She didn’t think he had it in him to take this seriously.
But he was eighty percent sure that he could. At least seriously enough. He’d seen great parenting up close and personal. He wasn’t the same guy Gabe was, but Logan had helped out with Cooper a lot and had a great relationship with his nephew. He expected he’d have the same with his kid. “Would you prefer I was upset about the baby?” he asked.
“I just want you to realize that this is a big deal. Huge, actually. Not something that will go away by next weekend.”
And then he saw it. The flicker of vulnerability in her eyes. He was shocked by the streak of protectiveness he felt at the sight.
He squeezed her arm. “It’s a huge deal,” he agreed. “A huge, happy deal.”
She pressed her lips together and nodded. But she didn’t look convinced.
“Look,” he said. “We’re in this together. I want to be involved, but I’ll follow your lead. I will take it seriously.” He paused. “For the next three weekends. At least.”
That got a tiny smile from her. “You really will?” she asked. “You’ll really go along with what I think needs done?”
“I will…definitely consider everything you think needs done,” he hedged. He dropped his hold on her. He and Dana were different people. They had different styles. That had been clear even in the limited time and circumstances he’d known her—namely at the monthly family get-together held by the single parent support group that she and Gabe were both a part of. Logan had seen her daughters. They played with Cooper and Stella at the get-togethers. He’d even handed one a cupcake once. So he knew who they were. One was named…Katie. No, Cori. No…Chloe. It was Chloe. He was pretty sure. And the other was… shit. He needed to call Addison ASAP.
“You will consider everything I think needs done,” Dana repeated.
“We’ll talk about all of it,” he promised. He sat back on the edge of the desk, striving for nonchalant. Something he never really needed to strive for, interestingly enough.
“And then you’ll do what I think you should do,” she said.
“We look at things differently,” he said. “I fully intend to help with everything, but I might do things my way once in a while.”
“Your way?” She crossed her arms. “Do you even have a way?”
He absolutely did. It was called “Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff.” Logan had been watching Dana closely enough to know that she was firm with her daughters, but that she loved them very much. The girls were well-behaved and polite. But Dana was a smoother. She smoothed things over for people. Made things easier. But that also required effort and diligence from her. Logan didn’t do a lot of…diligence. He just did his thing and was lucky that people generally liked his way. “I’ve been around Cooper since he was born. And I’m with Stella a lot. I know what all of this is like.” And that a vast majority of things fell into the small-stuff category.
“Being the fun uncle is different than being the father.”
He shrugged. “It doesn’t have to be.”
Her eyes went wide. “It does have to be. As the dad, you can’t be all fun and games all the time. And it’s full-time. It’s not just for a few hours here and there. It’s through all of it. There has to be rules and routines and—”
“Dana,” Logan cut in, calmly but firmly. “We are doing this together. That means we both have a say.”
She narrowed her eyes. “We can do partial custody,” she said.
Logan felt an arrow of alarm go through him. “No. I want more than that.”
Dana stopped with her mouth open. She stared at him. Yeah, well, he hadn’t been expecting to say that either, but the partial custody thing was a no-go. His mom had been a single mom. Gabe had been a single dad. They’d both done an amazing job, but it hadn’t been easy. Logan had seen his mom struggle at times. He saw how much happier Gabe was with a partner. This was going to be Dana’s third child. She wasn’t doing that alone.
“Marry me,” he said again.
“I’m not marrying you,” she said. She swallowed hard. “We barely know each other.”
“We’ll get to know each other.”
“You already pointed out that we’re very different. That will be hard enough as we parent together. If we get married, that means my girls too. Shared bank accounts, the same house. And…everything else.”
Yes, it did. And he was okay with that. As long as he had full-time with his son or daughter, and Dana was no longer doing this alone. “It does. Let’s do it all.”
“Logan, I can’t. It’s too much.”
He felt panic welling up. He didn’t understand it. He didn’t know why he was suddenly feeling the need to get this all decided and her committed right now. Maybe because she was firm and rule-oriented. He was going to drive her crazy. Having a ring on her finger might make it harder for her to move and change her phone number after a few weeks outside of the bedroom with him.
“It’s a lot,” he agreed. “But I can make it better.” Yes, there would be Cheetos’ dust, but he could make things easier for her. “Let me show you.”
She stood, just looking at him.
There was another knock at the door. “Logan?” Reagan called again. “Is everything okay?”
“I’m not sure. I need another minute,” he told Reagan. He looked at Dana. Was everything okay?
“How will you show me?” Dana asked.
Logan felt his gut unknot slightly. “Let me be around. Let me…I’ll show you with your girls,” he said, a sudden lightbulb going on. “I’ll show you what kind of dad I can be with them.”
“Chloe and Grace will be your guinea pigs?” she asked.
Grace. He grinned. “I have a feeling those girls are pretty well-grounded already,” he said. “Surely I can’t screw them up too badly by helping you out a bit.”
Dana studied him, clearly considering his words. Logan just let her process it.
Finally, she uncrossed her arms. “Okay.”
“Really?” Huh, that had been easier than he’d expected.
She nodded. “Yes, really. You can help me out. With the girls. With the house. All that husband and father stuff you think you’ll be good at.”
Okay, now they were getting somewhere. “That sounds great.”
She nodded again. “Yeah. It actually does.”
“And then we’ll talk about getting married in a couple of weeks.”
She laughed. “Oh, it’s going to take a little longer than that.”
Logan straightened from the desk and moved into her personal space. “You think so? Because there is some husband stuff I know for a fact you already think I’m good at.”
He was gratified to see her cheeks get a little pink.
She took a deep breath and blew it out. “Yeah, well, I’m going to consider that a perk of now having three children to take care of.”
He gave her a slow grin. “One of many perks, babe. One of many.”
She didn’t look impressed. “You realize I was referring to you as one of those children, right?”
No, he hadn’t. “Does that mean you’ll be tucking me in every night?” he asked, letting his drawl deepen. She hadn’t said she liked his southern-boy sound, but her body had. He’d talked dirty to her in that slow, Louisiana, good-old-boy way, and she’d been putty in his hands. It often worked that way. He liked that Dana wasn’t an exception to every rule he knew about women.
She swallowed but lifted her chin. “We’ll see.”
She moved toward the door and he followed. “When do I start this audition?” he asked as she reached for the doorknob.
“Dinner. Tomorrow night. Me and the girls. My house,” she said.
“What can I bring?” he asked.
“Wine,” she said, without hesitation. “A lot of wine.”
He chuckled as she pulled the door open. Reagan was on the other side, looking worried and confused. And pretty.
He sighed as Dana shot him a look. Yeah, yeah, okay. So his accountant was pretty. He’d actually been into her when they’d first met—as he was with most pretty women he met— but he’d stumbled over himself whenever she was around. He said stupid things, spilled drinks, dropped paperwork. He hadn’t been able to figure it out, until Reagan had told him that she was a lesbian. Suddenly his ineptness around her made sense.
He knew three ways to relate confidently to females—seduce them, let them feed him, or play swamp boat tour captain with them. He was a huge hit with six-year-old Stella because of that last one—especially when he’d come home with three stuffed turtles that joined her congregation of stuffed alligators in her “bayou.” And yes, a group of alligators was called a congregation. Just one of the many things he’d learned from Stella and Cooper’s latest fascination.
His mom and aunts obviously fell into the second category.
Most other women fell into the first.
Except Reagan. But once he knew why he couldn’t win her over, he’d stopped saying stupid things and dropping stuff. Now, with Reagan, he’d added one more way to relate to females—give her pep talks when she wanted to buy another woman a drink.
“Turns out, everything is absolutely fine,” he told Reagan.
“I see.” The sweet redhead was studying Dana with interest.
“Um, mine,” he said, tapping Reagan on the top of her head.
She turned back to him, eyes wide. “Oh?”
Okay, so him staking a claim on a woman was unusual. “Yeah. I even knocked her up just to be sure.”
Reagan made a choking sound, but Dana’s heavy sigh pulled his attention away from his accountant.
“Really?” Dana asked. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just get me a T-shirt to wear around?”
“One that says, Most fertile woman in NOLA?” Logan asked, grinning widely. He did love her sass. And she seemed to have adjusted to the whole pregnancy thing pretty quickly.
“I think it would be more accurate if it said, Drawls make me stupid,” she returned.
That did nothing to lessen his grin. Or his feeling of happiness. “There are a lot of boys around here who might want to test that out,” he said, his own drawl thick. “I think Logan Trahan impregnated me would be more direct.”
Dana rolled her eyes. “Thank you for not saying Logan Trahan’s Baby Mama.”
“Oh, I like that a lot,” he returned.
“I need to go.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow night,” he said cheerfully, watching her walk away.
Suddenly she stopped and swung around. “Dammit!”
“I can’t have wine tomorrow night.”
He started laughing. “Sorry, babe.”
“No, you’re not.” She turned and headed out the door, slamming it behind her.
And no, he wasn’t. Not even a little.