“Thank fuck. Because I’m over it with the other guys,” she said.
“Me too,” I admitted.
A song came on the outdoor speakers and Sam began to sing.
“Shit. You’re going to torture me like that?” I asked.
“Hey, I’m not as bad as Lauren.”
“No one’s as bad as Lauren.”
I watched Sam’s face fall before she heaved a heavy sigh.
“She’ll get over it,” I said. “She always does.”
“I don’t know if she will this time. You know we had a deal growing up.”
“What kind of deal?” I asked as I grabbed my drink.
“The deal was that she would always vouch for me whenever we snuck out if I stayed away from her brothers.”
“Seriously? Great, now I’m pissed at my sister. What a cock-blocker,” I teased.
She laughed and tossed an ice cube at me before I caught it in my mouth.
“Hey! That was pretty good. Two for two?”
We threw ice cubes back and forth before I ordered us a glass of them. The concrete around us was covered in melted ice, and I watched her more than once dig them out of her shirt. I tried so hard not to stare at her tits jiggling around, and I thought I’d done a pretty good job of it.
Until her nipples puckered so hard, I could see them through her bra.
Fuck.
“You’re staring,” Sam said.
“Not my fault you have a nice rack,” I said.
“So charming. Such a shocker you can’t get a girlfriend,” she said.
If she only knew the real reason for that. That I’d never settled with anyone because the only woman I’d ever wanted was her.
“I kind of want to go look at baby stuff,” she said.
“Then I’ll take you to go look at baby stuff,” I said.
“Don’t you have to work?”
“Eh, I’ll pawn it off on Liam. I’m good at that.”
I popped off a quick message to Liam letting him know I was taking an early day. He asked why but it was none of his damn business. Sam and I hopped into my car, and we rode around town with the music blasting. Once we came across a baby store, I pulled in. I helped her out of the car and walked inside with her, and I watched her eyes light up.
She was excited.
I missed watching Sam get excited over shit.
We walked through the racks of baby clothes, and she kept holding up all sorts of things. Shoes that fit in the palm of her hand and itty-bitty socks I didn’t even think existed in the size they did. Small suits for boys and little puffy dresses for girls.
Hell. I’d buy my daughter all the damn dresses she wanted.