My Ex's Baby (Crescent Cove 8)

I swallowed hard. That was the one thing I didn’t have. A man who looked at me as if the sun rose when I appeared and set when I left the room, as Murphy did with Vee.

My phone sounded with August’s ringtone and I pulled it out.

Ivy forgot all about your random text when I promised to build her a custom bookshelf like my newest piece, which you gotta see. It’s special. ;) You helped inspire it.

Then a pause.

You’re helping to inspire a lot lately.

I clutched my phone tighter. I didn’t want to believe in unicorns, but I couldn’t help wishing now and then. I hadn’t believed the baby thing could happen for me either. But maybe.

Just maybe.

I typed out a quick reply, barely resisting adding a smiley face at the end. And a heart.

I’m excited to see it. See you soon.

Can’t wait.

I glanced up and realized both Vee and Bess were grinning at me.

Bess tucked away her photos. “Nothing will put a look like that in a woman’s eye except hearing from her lover. I’ve worn that expression a few times myself.”

I didn’t flush for once in my life, and only because it was shocking to hear Bess use the word lover as if she was discussing bookends. Clearly, I needed to get out more. Or be more brazen about having a lover of my own.

Finally.

Vee’s smile was encouraging, not prying. “I hope so. You deserve someone special, Kin.”

“We’ll see.” I slipped my phone back into the pocket of my skirt.

But I couldn’t help smiling. Maybe.

Just maybe.

Fifteen

I soaped up my face. I swore every part of me was coated in gritty fibers.

Which was why I preferred working with wood instead of MDF. But did my client want to listen to me? Nope.

Did I try to argue with him?

Yep.

Did I win?

Did I ever?

The sound of wind chimes in my bathroom immediately brought my dick into my internal debate. And my dick won. Because thinking about Mr. Connor was definitely pushed aside for that particular ring tone.

I ducked out from behind my shower curtain and snagged my phone.

Your services are requested at Molly Street. Please bring post-coital ice cream.

I laughed and swore when soap streamed into the corner of my eye. I tucked my phone on the top shelf of my shower. It was water resistant, but all I needed was to have to replace it.

I finished rinsing off and took a little extra care with grooming. Kinleigh said she liked my manly scent, but I was pretty sure she meant the soap version. And maybe after I treated my furniture with eucalyptus-scented sealer.