My brow lifts in surprise but I say nothing.
“What’s that?” He nods at the portfolio.
I close it because I don’t want him knowing my business. “Poker stuff.”
“Man, I wish I understood all that.”
“If you care to learn, I could teach you.”
“No thanks,” he slides out of the booth. “I think I’m going to get a workout in.”
Feeling exhausted, I take pics of the questionnaire and send them to Samantha before crawling into my bunk to get a little shuteye. But dark thoughts clutter my mind.
And try as I might, I can’t escape them.
I haven’t solidified my relationship with Samantha, and the more time that passes, the more I worry it’ll never happen.
What would it be like to co-parent without being a family? The thought makes me sick because I want to be there for every moment of little droid’s life. Which means if I want to earn the right to be with Samantha, I might have to leave the Hunks.
Sleep never comes, and when I finally crawl out of my bunk, my exhaustion turns to fury at the sight of Prince sitting in the dining area.
Thinking back to Bianca’s over-the-shoulder tit-flash, I wonder if he had something to do with it.
Hands clenched, I storm over to him. As soon as he sees me, he leaps to his feet and takes a defensive stance.
“Why’d your girl flash her tits to my mom?”
“First, she’s not my girl?—”
“Bullshit! I know what you two did last night on the bus.”
“That doesn’t make her my girl. Though I will admit that the incident with your mother is partially my fault.”
“Make it make sense,” I growl, taking a bold step forward.
He puts his hands up in surrender. “She’s down on her luck, and I was trying to cheer her up.”
“By having her flash my momma?”
“I told her to snap a sexy pic in a public area of the bus. She thought that being behind you, you wouldn’t see.”
Vanessa, who’s seated nearby, snorts out a laugh.
“You guys aren’t just crazy—you’re stupid crazy,” I seethe.
“I’ll own that.”
“I expect Bianca to apologize to my momma.”
“Would a letter suffice?”
“Written, not printed.”
“Got it.”
“It can’t be scribbled on lined paper.”
“I’ll make sure to get her high-quality stationery. Anything else?”
