“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’ve got nothing else to do today.”
I lift a brow. “Are you being sarcastic?”
“No,” she laughs, shaking her head. “I literally have absolutely nothing else to do today.”
“I’ll be right back.”
With my phone to my ear, I slip into the shop and answer the call.
“Angela, how’s Ed?”
9
Nora
It’s impossible not to stare at Grayson’s ass as he walks out of the office, which is why I don’t even try. The way his faded jeans cup his cheeks—Mmm. The man is a walking wet dream.
As soon as he disappears from the room and the door shuts behind him, I turn to take in the space. A chubby face peeks out from behind a door.
“Nowa!” Emma flies through the doorway, around the reception desk, and I squat just in time to catch the squirmy four year old in my arms.
“Hi, Emma!”
She smiles up at me. The poor thing has a red ring around her mouth, dirt smudged across her forehead, and her hair is a hot mess. “Have you been drinking red Kool-Aid?”
“How’d you know?”
“Because your lips are red, silly.” She giggles when I poke her in the stomach. The faint sound of baby noises catches my attention, and I look at Emma. “Is that Henry?”
“He waked up.”
“He woke up,” I gently correct, walking with her across the room so I can look in on the little munchkin.
Jack glances at me from what appears to be his dad’s desk chair but doesn’t say a word.
“Hey, Jack.”
He waves and turns back to whatever he’s watching on an iPad.
“Henwy is awake,” Emma announces, pointing to the other side of the room.
Sure enough, there he is, standing in the corner of his pack-n-play, chewing on the edge with a string of drool running down the side.
“Up.” He pushes his arms into the air and reaches for me.
As soon as I lift Henry, I get a giant whiff of poop. “Whoa, little dude.” I hold him in the air in front of me and curl my nose, because holy cow, this child reeks. “You stink.”
Henry chuckles and kicks his legs.
Emma pinches her nose and makes a face. “Eww.”
Jack giggles, but when I turn to look at him, he sobers and shifts his eyes to the iPad, pointing toward the floor. “The diaper bag is behind the door.”
“Emma, can you grab it for me?”
A couple of seconds later, she wobbles over with the giant bag hanging off her shoulder. I sit down on the floor, and Emma lays out a changing pad for Henry.