“The fact that the two of you were in that diner at the same time, that you met him when you were at your lowest, and he was dying to do something to make up for all his mistakes…that’s kinda magical in my opinion.”
I tipped my head, acknowledging her point. She wasn’t wrong. Well, aside from how we met because we weren’t telling anyone that I was the tagger.
“And if you’re looking for a fairy godmother, I wouldn’t mind setting you up for success for the birthday party next week.”
I tossed a quick glance over my shoulder to where the guys were currently trying to coax Fliss into walking. She was so close since she could stand up on her own. She didn’t seem to be interested in actually taking that next step, though. Literally.
I could relate.
I sighed. “What do you mean?”
“Well…” Hope screwed her eyebrows into an innocent pout. “Like maybe some clothes that would show off your gorgeous body? And I could send over a makeup artist to help you get ready.”
I cast a look down my skinny frame. I don’t think it had ever been called gorgeous. Not even with the guy I’d lost my virginity to in high school before my whole world had imploded junior year. I didn’t have much to work with. My boobs weren’t much to speak of, and my hips were more boyish than Kardashian. My only hope was that maybe Dylan was a leg man because I definitely…had those.
It was hopeless.
I covered my face with my hands and mumbled as much.
“Hey. Hey.” Hope brushed some of my hair away then ran a reassuring hand down my back. “Nothing is hopeless. I mean, sure you can’t make a guy like you, but I don’t think you’ll have a problem there.”
“Everything all right?” Dylan asked from the other side of the room.
I scrubbed my hands over my eyes, trying in vain to rub away the evidence of my meltdown.
“Just girl stuff,” Hope called out reassuringly. “Nothing to worry about.”
“Indy?” Dylan asked, not taking Hope’s word for it.
She gave me a look, like Dylan had proved her point.
“I’m fine.” I cleared my throat. “Really,” I affirmed when Dylan didn’t appear convinced. Or maybe it was the evidence of tears that no doubt still darkened my eyes.
He sat back down on the sofa but didn’t take his eyes off me. Like he was ready and willing to fight Hope for me.
I couldn’t remember a time when anyone had worried about me like Dylan did. My grandmother was from a more of a learn-from-your-mistakes school of thinking. And my dad had been so awkward.
I tried to ignore the flash of pain I felt when I thought about Dad.
Back to Dylan. He clearly cared. Obsessively so.
Was Hope…right?
She certainly seemed to think so, judging by the victorious smile she sent me. “Think about it.” She grabbed the last toy and shoved it into the diaper bag then stood. “You two ready? I think we should head home for B-A-T-H time.”
Dylan laughed as she spelled out the word. “That’s only going to work for a short time. This one is so smart, she’ll be giving Sabrina a run for her money in med school.”
“Veterinary school,” Ryan corrected.
“I’ve heard it both ways,” Dylan snarked back. “Love you, munchkin.” He swooped down and smothered Fliss’ neck in kisses andnomnoises.
It was ridiculously cute.
And judging by the look Ryan gave me, my heart eyes were blatant.
“Thanks for dinner, Indy.” Ryan gave me a quick side hug.
“Hey, why do you think she did all the work?” Dylan protested.
