“Well, we’re just doing the dating thing. His ex is being a bit of a…problem.” Bitch. Narcissistic. Stone-cold cunt.
Kinleigh rushed over for her own mug of wine, keeping her voice low. “Do tell.”
“I’ve said enough.”
“Have more wine.” She lifted the bottle.
“I’m still technically babysitting.”
“We have actual mothers here, no need to be sober. Well, Vee is heading home in a few minutes, but you should drink some adult juice and dish more information.”
“There’s nothing to dish. We just started.” Hadn’t even really started. Just talked about starting with a side of eye-crossingly amazing kisses.
Evidently, I’d had enough wine. I put the tumbler down.
Kinleigh picked it up. “Nope. More truth juice.”
“It’s been a weird week.” Weird enough that I wasn’t sure if he was wrapped up in work or weirded it out like I was. Did he not want to get me naked? He’d seemed awfully into me at the damn hayride and now…
Well, now I couldn’t get him alone in a goddamn room.
“So, go over there and give him a little…push.” Kinleigh wiggled her hips in a distressingly inaccurate parody of getting laid.
“How long has it been for you, Cinnamon?”
She gave me a bland look. “Too long, obviously.”
I hid a smirk behind the lip of my cup.
Rylee got up and crossed to us with her cup held out. “What am I missing?”
“Nothing,” I muttered.
“Macy needs to ride that pony.”
“Dear God.” I took a larger gulp.
Ry grinned and took a marginally smaller sip from her wine. “You are so overdue for some adult recreational activities that it’s laughable.”
“I seem to remember a certain conversation where you told me to butt out of your business too.”
“Yes, but I had other problems. You are a wide open field.”
“Who says?”
Rylee rolled her eyes. “You two have no reason why you can’t.” She held up her hand. “Yes, he’s working for you, but he’s always working for you. There will always be updates that need to be done on the restaurant or café. You’re just making excuses now.”
I huffed out a breath. “It’s not just about us.”
“Dating a single dad is not the problem and you know it. You’re just using it as the excuse. Besides, he could suck in the sack.”
“Doubt it,” Kinleigh and I said at the same time.
I gave Kin a side-eyed glare.
She shrugged. “Can’t say I didn’t think about it before. He’s a big, strapping dude with that lumberjack-hot thing going on.” Her giggle only intensified as my growl grew. “See? You’re so into him. What the hell are you waiting for?”
I set the tumbler down. I did a cursory check in with the kid. Dani was grinning as she shot white paint at the midnight gourd she had moved on to.