Cowboy Baby Daddy - Page 520

Most people would tell me to be optimistic right now, but every time I’ve gone into something with high hopes, those hopes are dashed in the most horrendous way possible, so right now, I’m imagining her screaming at me, calling me an asshole and a womanizer, telling me that I’m never going to be anything more to her than a rent check.

I can’t help the fact that I’m still smiling.

When I get to the door, I take a breath, and take one final moment to imagine her hitting me over the head with a frying pan and kicking me in the ribs while I’m lying on the floor.

If my inverse-square law of hope has any validity, that thought should seal the deal.

I unlock the door and open it to find Leila and some guy sitting on the couch, making out.

I should probably clear my throat or say something, as neither one seems to have noticed my arrival, but I can’t do anything.

It’s been about an hour and a half since I decided I want to throw caution into the death machine and make the move to be with Leila, and this is the first time I’ve ever seen her with someone.

Inverse-square law, my ass.

I try to slowly back out of the door and leave the two in peace, so hopefully, they never know I was even here, but of course, that’s when my phone rings.

Leila and the guy who was trying to swallow her face jerk and look over at me while I fumble for my phone.

“Dane!” Leila spits. “When did you get in?”

“Just a second ago,” I tell her, still trying to pull the stupid fucking phone from my pocket. “I’m just going to take this outside,” I tell them both, finally, and walk back out the door, closing it behind me.

Once outside, I finally get the phone wrested from my pocket and look at the number.

It’s Wrigley.

This should be interesting.

“Yeah?”

“Dane,” she says, “I need to fuck someone and it needs to be now. You’re not mad at—”

“I’m on my way,” I tell her.

I was off to such a fresh start.

Chapter Eleven

The Favor

Leila

“Mike,” I tell him, “we can’t do this. You’re my best friend in the world, and I don’t want things to get weird.”

“Who says they have to get weird?” he asks. “I’m not talking about changing anything about our relationship. I just want to know if I’m really that bad of a kisser.”

“It’s weird just talking about it,” I tell him. “I’m sure you’re a fine kisser. Can we leave it at that?”

“I guess,” he says, and turns back toward the television.

I know what he’s asking, and I know he’s really not trying to pull one over on me, but still: Mike is way too good a friend to even take a false step down that road. If things went pear-shaped between us, I don’t know what I’d do.

For a very long time, Mike is all that I’ve had.

Then Dane came along, but I can’t even think about that right now.

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