I patted her back. “You’ll make the world your bitch, Sky. I’m proud of you.”
“Okay, enough of this touchy-feely shit, I need some liquor. Kyle, please tell me you have the fixings to make margaritas.” Skylar pulled away and ran a hand through her dark hair.
Kyle snorted. “Does a one-legged duck swim in a circle?”
Skylar frowned. “Um, I guess?”
Kyle pointed to the far cabinet. “Tequila and Triple Sec are in there. Lime juice is in the fridge.”
“Good. Because I think I want to get drunk. Come on, Galloway. Let’s make some bad decisions.” Skylar hooked her arm with Meg’s and pulled her across the room.
“I think I like the sound of that,” I called after them. Meg looked back at me and winked. And just like that, I got a semi.
Once Kyle and I were alone, he sagged against the counter, running his hands across his face. “So what did Josie want?” I asked him.
“She says she pregnant,” he said quietly, his face stricken.
“Shit,” I breathed, understanding why he looked ready to puke.
Kyle twisted the top off a fresh beer and took a swig. “She says she’s almost two months along.”
“And it’s yours?” I had to ask.
Kyle glared at me. “Josie isn’t Chelsea, man. She wasn’t spreading her legs for half of Southport.”
I winced. “I was only asking. No need to be a dick about it.”
Kyle sighed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to say that shit. I’m a little shell shocked here.”
I clasped a hand on his shoulder. “What’s she want to do about it?”
Kyle took another long drink and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “She says she wants to keep it.”
“And what do you want her to do about it?”
Kyle stood up a little straighter. “It’s her decision, Adam. If she wants to keep it, I’ll support her. I’m not my dad. I’ll be there for my kid. And for Josie.”
Kyle’s dad had left when he was ten, and he had barely seen him since. I knew Kyle would make it his mission in life to be the best dad he could be.
“Are you two getting back together?” I knew by Kyle’s resolute expression that wasn’t an option.
“I can support Josie without being romantically involved with her. I know she wants us to get back together, but I won’t do that simply because she’s pregnant. That’s not fair to her or our baby.” Kyle nodded to himself.
“You’re a standup guy, Kyle,” I told him.
Kyle tossed the empty bottle into the trash can with a clang. “It’s not being a standup guy … it’s being a father.”
“What are you two old ladies gossiping about over here?” Jeremy and Robert came into the kitchen. Kyle and Jeremy greeted each other with some convoluted dude handshake. Robert inclined his head.
“Nothing much. How’s it going, fellas?” Kyle said, making it obvious to me he wasn’t planning to announce his impending fatherhood anytime soon.
“Oh, you know. New day, new pussy,” Jeremy guffawed, and Robert and I both groaned.
“Let’s keep the frat boy persona in check tonight, Jer,” Rob remarked blandly.
“Whatever. The two of you need to learn to have more fun. I know Kyle here agrees with me.” Jeremy lifted a bottle of vodka. “Come on, Webber, do shots with me.”
Kyle shrugged. “Why not.” He lined up two shot glasses for Jeremy to fill.
“I wanna play,” Meg exclaimed. She and Skylar returned carrying margaritas.
Jeremy gave Meg a slow once over, his smile slightly predatory. I gritted my teeth. I really didn’t want to have to punch my partner in Kyle’s kitchen.
I slid smoothly between them, restricting Jeremy’s view of my—what was she? My fuck buddy?
I tapped my finger against her drink. “I think you’re already covered, Galloway.”
“I can take a shot if I want, Dad,” Meg teased with a slight edge to her voice.
Jeremy pushed me aside and handed her a full shot glass that sloshed over the side. “I like this girl.” He licked vodka from the back of his hand in exaggerated slowness before holding his palm out for her to shake. “You’re the artist painting the side of our building. Meg, right?”
Meg shook his hand, looking amused when he didn’t release it right away. “That’s me. And you are—?”
“A complete and total dickhead,” I cut in with only a hint of venom. I covered it with a hearty laugh that Rob and Kyle joined in on.
Jeremy lifted Meg’s hand to his mouth, kissing the back of it like they were in a goddamn Victorian novel. “I’m Jeremy Wyatt. Best attorney in Southport.”
At that, Robert and I laughed harder. Meg raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? And Adam lets you get away with that title?”
Jeremy wrapped his hand around hers, pulling her close. He leaned in toward her, whispering loudly in her ear. “He can’t say anything when it’s the truth. I’m better than him in all areas. Trust me.”