“Exactly.”
“But it would be hot.”
Kerry wanted to protest, but Jenna wasn’t wrong. She smiled. “It would be.”
“Do you want me to take over as Becca’s primary?”
“No.” Kerry inhaled sharply. She wouldn’t put her personal interest in Owen ahead of a client’s care. “I told him we are just neighbours and colleagues until she’s out of my care.”
Jenna wiggled her eyebrows. “Can I come to the next interagency working group session?”
Kerry groaned. That was next week. Oh boy. Of course, with Pine Harbour being the size it was, she was likely to run into him at the grocery store the next day, and at Mac’s at least once before the meeting.
But a sustained two-hour session of trying not to notice the way his arms flexed when he moved paper? Not to watch how his fingers clenched a pen, knowing how tender they could feel against her skin?
The meetings would be torture.
And yet she was looking forward to them.
Danger, danger. She needed to burn off this energy in the worst way, so she changed the subject and proposed something she hadn’t felt like doing since she moved to the peninsula. “I’m feeling antsy. Let’s go dancing. We can get a hotel room in Owen Sound for the night.”
Jenna made a face. “You know I’ll go if you really want me to, but I’d rather crawl into bed with my husband and my baby and watch a baking show. But if you need a wingwoman…”
“I’ll call Sarah.” The receptionist at the main clinic had been her dancing buddy before she moved.
“Maybe some of the soccer players want to go?”
“Yeah.” But Kerry heard the reluctance in her own voice. She waved her hand and brightened up. “Yes, of course.”
Jenna frowned. “Do you really wantmeto go dancing with you? Why?”
Kerry hesitated. “They’re all so young!” she finally admitted. “I’m—“ She cut herself off. She realized she had freely told Owen, without a second thought, that she wanted kids in the future. That was something she hadn’t told anyone else, not even Jenna. “I guess I’m just feeling my age suddenly. Can I tell you another secret?”
“Of course.”
“My biological clock started ticking six months ago. It’s wild. I think that’s why I’ve been so content to just settle in here and test out being a homebody, in case I decide to freeze some eggs for down the road.”
“Oh, wow. So you’re looking into options.”
“Sort of. I’ve been doing my research in secret. I haven’t talked to a doctor yet, but that’s probably sooner than later.”
“How do you feel about it?”
“I feel like I want a baby. Not now, because…”
Jenna howled. “They interfere with dancing.”
“I’m painfully aware of that. Hence my equal and opposite urge to hit a club hard and do something stupid.”
“Make out with a twenty-three year old?”
“Drunk text a thirty-seven-year-old grandfather,” she confessed.
Jenna’s face softened. “Oh, Kerry.”
“I’m not going to do it, don’t worry.”
“I know you won’t. But are you sure Owen is the guy you want, if you also want babies?”
