replies.
“Dude, you’ve got it bad.”
He doesn’t acknowledge me. I could say anything right now. “Yeah so I’m cheating on Bay with her mother,” I say, sliding my hands behind my head and hefting my feet onto my desk. “I think I’m in love with Bay’s mom, actually.”
“Huh?” Park’s brown eyebrows draw together and he looks as if he’s just awaken from a dream and can’t quite remember all of it. “What the hell did you say?”
“I said stop being obsessed with your phone and tell me about your business idea.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, sorry.” He holds up his hands in surrender and slides his phone into his pocket. “I’m done texting.” The phone vibrates. He doesn’t break eye contact with me.
I roll my eyes. “Just answer it.”
“Thanks,” he says, reaching for the phone. “I’ll just tell her we’re going to lunch and that I can’t talk for a while.”
I step into the hallway and call Bayleigh while I wait for Park and his insane amount of puppy love to settle down. She answers after several rings. “Hello?”
“Hey, babe.”
“How’s work?” She sounds stressed, almost like she doesn’t want to be on the phone.
“It’s all right. Park came by to visit—well, I think he just came by to sit in my office while he texts Becca.”
She laughs. “They’re a little intense, huh?”
“Not any more than we were when we started dating.”
She scoffs into the phone. “We were so not like that.”
I lean against the wall. “Are you saying you weren’t madly in love with me when we first met?”
“Of course I was, but I didn’t act like Becca does. I played it cool.”
Now it’s my turn to scoff. “Yeah, right! You were all about getting a piece of me.”
“Someone is full of themselves…” Bay says with a laugh. Jett starts crying in the background. “I should go,” she says with a sigh.
“I love you,” I say.
“I love you too, babe.”
When I hang up the phone I become aware of a set of eyes boring into me from across the hall. I glance over and find Natalie standing there, twirling hair around her finger. “Can I help you?” I ask with as much sarcasm as possible.
She shrugs. “I should be asking you that.”
“Don’t ask me a thing,” I say, turning back toward my office. “I should call the police for what you left on my computer.”
Natalie’s bleach blonde eyebrow arches. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Besides,” she says, walking closer to me, her flip flops sliding across the thin carpet. “You don’t have to put up such a front, you know.” She grabs my bicep and squeezes it. “I can be very discreet. Your wife won’t know a thing.”
My temper flares beneath my chest. “I wouldn’t fuck you if my life depended on it.”
She rolls her eyes and my office door swings open. Park steps out, phone in hand. “You ready to go?” he asks, sparing the slightest glance toward Natalie.
I nod.
“Oh my god, you’re Nolan Park!” Natalie’s eyes go wide and she bounces on her heels. “I'm a huge fan.”
“Thanks,” he says, turning toward the exit. We take a few steps and I’m in awe over how well he can blow off a fan. A slutty fan at that. This is no longer the Park I know—Becca has made a decent man out of him.
Natalie scurries along after us, rushing ahead and beating us to the door. She pulls it open and beams up at Park. “You’re even more handsome in person, you know.”
He gives her the slightest head nod of acknowledgement and keeps walking. She trails along beside us. “I loved how you managed to come back from second to last place after you wrecked at Ponca,” she says, batting her eyelashes. “I thought for sure you were screwed but somehow you managed to win that race. Very impressive.”
“Look kid,” Park says in what is an awesome display of showing how little he’s paid attention to her. She’s only a year or so younger than we are. “If you want to wait in the autograph
“Dude, you’ve got it bad.”
He doesn’t acknowledge me. I could say anything right now. “Yeah so I’m cheating on Bay with her mother,” I say, sliding my hands behind my head and hefting my feet onto my desk. “I think I’m in love with Bay’s mom, actually.”
“Huh?” Park’s brown eyebrows draw together and he looks as if he’s just awaken from a dream and can’t quite remember all of it. “What the hell did you say?”
“I said stop being obsessed with your phone and tell me about your business idea.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, sorry.” He holds up his hands in surrender and slides his phone into his pocket. “I’m done texting.” The phone vibrates. He doesn’t break eye contact with me.
I roll my eyes. “Just answer it.”
“Thanks,” he says, reaching for the phone. “I’ll just tell her we’re going to lunch and that I can’t talk for a while.”
I step into the hallway and call Bayleigh while I wait for Park and his insane amount of puppy love to settle down. She answers after several rings. “Hello?”
“Hey, babe.”
“How’s work?” She sounds stressed, almost like she doesn’t want to be on the phone.
“It’s all right. Park came by to visit—well, I think he just came by to sit in my office while he texts Becca.”
She laughs. “They’re a little intense, huh?”
“Not any more than we were when we started dating.”
She scoffs into the phone. “We were so not like that.”
I lean against the wall. “Are you saying you weren’t madly in love with me when we first met?”
“Of course I was, but I didn’t act like Becca does. I played it cool.”
Now it’s my turn to scoff. “Yeah, right! You were all about getting a piece of me.”
“Someone is full of themselves…” Bay says with a laugh. Jett starts crying in the background. “I should go,” she says with a sigh.
“I love you,” I say.
“I love you too, babe.”
When I hang up the phone I become aware of a set of eyes boring into me from across the hall. I glance over and find Natalie standing there, twirling hair around her finger. “Can I help you?” I ask with as much sarcasm as possible.
She shrugs. “I should be asking you that.”
“Don’t ask me a thing,” I say, turning back toward my office. “I should call the police for what you left on my computer.”
Natalie’s bleach blonde eyebrow arches. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Besides,” she says, walking closer to me, her flip flops sliding across the thin carpet. “You don’t have to put up such a front, you know.” She grabs my bicep and squeezes it. “I can be very discreet. Your wife won’t know a thing.”
My temper flares beneath my chest. “I wouldn’t fuck you if my life depended on it.”
She rolls her eyes and my office door swings open. Park steps out, phone in hand. “You ready to go?” he asks, sparing the slightest glance toward Natalie.
I nod.
“Oh my god, you’re Nolan Park!” Natalie’s eyes go wide and she bounces on her heels. “I'm a huge fan.”
“Thanks,” he says, turning toward the exit. We take a few steps and I’m in awe over how well he can blow off a fan. A slutty fan at that. This is no longer the Park I know—Becca has made a decent man out of him.
Natalie scurries along after us, rushing ahead and beating us to the door. She pulls it open and beams up at Park. “You’re even more handsome in person, you know.”
He gives her the slightest head nod of acknowledgement and keeps walking. She trails along beside us. “I loved how you managed to come back from second to last place after you wrecked at Ponca,” she says, batting her eyelashes. “I thought for sure you were screwed but somehow you managed to win that race. Very impressive.”
“Look kid,” Park says in what is an awesome display of showing how little he’s paid attention to her. She’s only a year or so younger than we are. “If you want to wait in the autograph
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