I glance around at his penthouse. That’s true. Not a trace of evidence that shows he is prepared to take care of a baby.
“Where is her mother?”
“Gone,” he says distractedly, staring down at his daughter with a sense of curiosity.
“Gone? Where did she go?” I ask quickly.
She’d better come back soon. Walker doesn’t know what the hell he is doing. That much is clear.
“Gone, Jessie. She dropped her off an hour ago and told me she couldn’t do this anymore.”
“Are you serious? She just … left her daughter with you? For, like … good?”
His shoulders tense. “Yes. She left her with me, Jessie.”
“What kind of person does that? Where did you meet her?”
He looks at me with contempt. “A bar. She’s a model.”
I roll my eyes so heavily that it gives me a slight headache. But it’s just so typical of him. He’s such a man-whore.
“Go ahead. Spit it out,” he growls at me.
“What?” I question.
“Tell me I had it coming. That it was only a matter of time that my man-whore ways caught up with me.”
I’m slightly taken aback by how well he sniffed me out. Am I that transparent?
It’s his turn to roll his eyes—at me. The nerve. “You call me a man-whore literally every time you see me.”
“Yeah, well, maybe if you didn’t have a different girl on your arm every time I see you, I wouldn’t have to.”
“You don’t have to call me anything. It’s called being a polite person.”
“Oh, please. You are anything but polite to me.”
“That’s because you’re a raging bitch to me.”
I gasp. “How dare you call me a bitch, you egotistical asshole!”
Before he can respond, he abruptly looks down at the baby, who is now finished with the bottle. “Oh my God. Is she gonna cry? What do I do now?”
Seriously, I’ve never seen anyone more incompetent with a baby.
“You need to burp her.”
He tries to hand her off to me again. “You do it.”
“Given the fact that it looks like your daughter is here to stay, I’d say you need to learn these things. Just put her over your shoulder and pat her back until she burps.”
But the moron literally puts her hips on his shoulder.
I grab the baby and scoot her down his chest until her head rests near his shoulder. “Like this. Now pat her back.”
“I’m gonna wind up hurting her, aren’t I? You can already tell how screwed I am. And what about my job? I can’t take care ofa baby and be a partner at my firm. I have the potential to score one of the biggest cases of my life. I should be working right now.”
There he is. The corporate attorney who only cares about money and prestige. Not the guy I remember growing up with. The one who would tell me all about law school, talking about how he was going to change the world while I hung on every word. Use his powers for good. Fight for the ones who couldn’t fight for themselves.
