I didn’t see Reed the rest of the week. He never showed up again during drop-off at St. Pats. So, it was probably like I figured—Weekend Dad.

I didn’t dare ask my mom if she remembered him from my wedding and had seen him during pick-up. Jade never talked about the little boy, Henry. Darcie and Georgia never said another word about him.

Monday morning rolls around again and as usual, I’m a complete shit show on the walk to school. I haven’t had time to get a coffee and Jade is eating a granola bar with a sippy cup full of milk. It was a bad morning for my mom, so we’re on our own today.

“Grandma okay?” Jade asks, slowing her skipping.

My mom was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis and though her illness isn’t to the point that she requires daily care and someone to live with her full time, it made me realize that there’s no longer any reason for me to be so far away. I wanted to be here to help her when she needed it.

“She’s just tired. We had a long day yesterday.” My mom and I took Jade down to the lakefront for a picnic and to see the fountain. Twenty minutes into our journey my mom looked exhausted.

“Will she pick me up today?” Jade asked.

“Maybe. If not, I’ll be here.”

“Can I come to your office?” Her eyes light up. She’s the only girl I know who’s excited about the prospect of sitting in an office and coloring. Then again, Chelsea sneaks her candy and Hannah lets her play on her computer. They spoil her more than her dad. Sad but true.

“We’ll see.”

I’m at the edge of the tree-lined sidewalk when I spot the little boy climb out of an Uber car. A tingling sensation rushes through my body, as anticipation swirls with dread over seeing him again. My feelings are somewhat conflicted, to say the least.

The door on the other side of the car opens and my eyes refuse to look in any other direction. The dark strands of his hair are gelled in place this morning. His tie is knotted and laying over his light blue shirt, and his teeth hold a silver tie clip as he adjusts the tie and puts it in just the right spot before taking it from his mouth and clipping it on.

“Mommy.” Jade pulls on my hand and I stumble forward until I catch my footing.

“Sorry,” I mumble, my gaze still on him as he smiles and nods to the moms and dads coming back down the stairs after dropping off their children.

“Henry!” Jade screams next to me and Reed turns in our direction.

Shit. I’m frozen in place as if I was touched in a game of freeze tag.

The little boy waves and Jade waves back. Reed’s lips tip up and if I hadn’t sworn off men for the time being, I’d melt into a pile on the sidewalk.

“You know that boy?” I ask.

“Yeah, that’s Henry. He’s kind of quiet but really nice.”

“Is that his dad?”

Her face scrunches. “Henry doesn’t have a dad.”

Boyfriend?

Jade skips and stops where we usually say our goodbyes. “Please take me to your office after school.” She clasps her hands together and her voice holds the whine she’s used to get her way most of her life.

“If not today, then Friday, okay?”

She seems halfway appeased and wraps her arms around my middle. I kiss the top of her head. “Have a good day. Love you.”

“Love you.”

Then she’s gone, trampling up the steps talking to anyone and everyone who will talk with her. I’m so fixated on her I don’t notice Reed approaching me.

Soon the new rain smell of a spring morning in Chicago is replaced with his scent—musky and manly. All my other senses fall to the sidelines while my sense of smell hijacks all others. For a brief millisecond, the entire world blurs like the backdrop of Jade’s school photos.

“Do you remember me?” Reed’s deep voice draws me from my revelry and switches my auditory sense back on.

“You hung on my wall for years.”

I place my hand in his outstretched one. His hand is soft but callused and swallows my smaller one. Something happens when our skin connects. Something I’d only ever read about in books. Something I didn’t think was real.

But I can’t deny the electric feeling that surges up my arm or the feeling of connection we share when our gazes lock.

I swallow hard, hoping I’m not too obvious, urging my brain to help my body get a clue.

This guy is the enemy.

He chuckles, but there’s nothing egotistical or condescending about it. “Past tense?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” I say wryly.

He looks chagrined and bows his head slightly. “I was sorry to hear about you and Pete.”

He seems genuine and I suppose I shouldn’t judge him yet, but it’s hard given my history. He hasn’t been a part of Pete’s life as far as I know for quite a long time.

“So, Jade knows Henry?” he asks, moving off the subject of Pete and me.

How on Earth does he remember her name?

“It appears that way.”

His smile grows. Did I just see a sparkle glimmer off his teeth?

“Henry has a hard time making friends. It says a lot about you that Jade is so welcoming to him.”

“Me?” I rock back on my flats, trying not to make direct eye contact with him so I’m not sucked into the vortex again.

“Don’t you think that in this day and age a child’s behavior is a direct reflection of their parents? Maybe not when they’re teenagers or older, but at this age?”

If anything, I’m snarky to people. Which he already knows.

“I don’t know about all that. I’m not that pleasant to be around, but Jade makes friends with everyone. She has her father’s charm. The difference is, she’s sincere.”

“I don’t think that’s true.” He slides his hands into his pockets and tilts his head to the side, studying me.

“I tend to push people away. Keep only a handful close. I’m sure Pete must’ve complained about it.”

Take the bait, Reed.

“I haven’t talked to Pete in years…we had a bit of a falling out.” Before I can latch onto that he continues, “I remember you being pretty accommodating.”

“Just what every woman wants to hear—that she’s accommodating.” My sarcastic tone only makes his smile wider and his eyes sparkle more. Damn it.

“Well, you’d have to be to deal with Pete.” His gaze moves up and down my body until he locks eyes with me. “Let’s catch up. Coffee?”

My mind is telling me to run. I’m not as accommodating as I used to be, Mr. Reed Warner.

“I have to get to work.”

He chuckles and sucks in his bottom lip, biting the corner.

Okay, that was a direct hit to the center of my thighs.

“Tomorrow?” he asks.

“How about I’ll call you?”

“You don’t have my number.” His eyebrows lift.

“I have a busy life.”

He says nothing. Just stands there and waits. Totally infuriating.

“What?” I snip.

“Just waiting to see how many excuses you have at the ready.” A shit-eating grin tips the corners of his lips up and I’m not sure whether I want to kiss it or smack it off his face.

“Don’t you have a girl—”

“Excuse me!” Darcie’s annoying voice interrupts me. “You.” She points to Reed.

He turns in her direction and points his thumb at himself. “Is she really talking to me like that?”

“Yep. Have fun with her.” I pat his arm, ignoring the bulge of his hard bicep and race down the sidewalk to catch my train.

Look at that, Darcie’s going to do my dirty work because she’ll probably bother him so badly he won’t come back to St. Pats’ drop-off again. At least I can hope.

My phone rings just as I step onto the train. “Hello?”

“Victoria.” Darcie barks my name like she’s the head nun at a Catholic high school and I’m showing cleavage.

“How did you get this number?”

“I have my connections,” she says, and I already know from her tone that she’s about to ruin my day.

“What’s up, Darcie?” I try to hide the irritation from my voice, but I’m not sure I’m entirely successful.

“I just found you a partner to help with the carnival event.”

I blow out a breath and find a seat in the back of the train. “I don’t need a partner.”

“Well, he would only help out if it meant that he could work with you.”

A million swear words set off like a round of fireworks in my head.

“You’re kidding me?”

She laughs. “I wish I was.” I detect a bite of jealousy in her tone. “If I was single…anyway, he requested you and we so rarely get fathers or father figures so in this case, I have to let him have what he wants. And for some reason, that’s you.”

I watch the city skyline getting closer out the window. “Who is he to Henry?” I ask.

She laughs and then I hear chatter behind her. I wish I was in front of her, so I could shake her shoulders and get her to focus on me.

“Oh, you’ll find out.”

“Henry’s mom’s boyfriend?” I ask.

“Nope. Ask for yourself. Gotta go. Oh, and I’m sending him your phone number right now.”

Click.

The line dies. Mother fucking hell. Am I trapped in some Mean Girls reunion movie?

I haven’t even tucked my phone back into my purse before it dings with a text. I’d ignore it if I wasn’t worried that it could be my mom needing me.

I add his contact information into my phone, so I don’t mistakenly answer again.

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Reed: Lunch? Even business associates have lunch together.

I tuck my phone back into my purse with a giddy feeling inside. Damn it. I wish my stomach would get the message my brain is trying to send it.