“No, no, it was fine.” I chuckle. “Zoe had the furniture in her loft cleared out and she decorated the place with balloons and soft lighting. She even had a good deejay and a candy table. It was a really nice birthday party.”
“Then why are you here, Duchess?”
I look around for Knox.
“Is he still asleep?”
“Is that why you came home?” Roman asks with disbelief.
“No, of course not, and stop trying to make me feel guilty.”
“He woke up for an hour, drank a bottle, and then went back down.”
“Oh, so he’s okay?”
“He’s perfect.”
“Oh.”
I lay my handbag on the kitchen counter and open the fridge to grab myself a bottled water. I notice that there’s a huge tray of baked ziti inside that I’ve never seen before.
“You ordered ziti too?”
“Nah, Jade brought it by.”
“Then why are you eating wings?”
“I ordered them before she dropped by.”
“What made her bring by the food?”
I might be a little sensitive about the fact that I haven’t cooked a decent meal for the two of us since… forever. And now his assistant seems to pick up the slack.
“She had extra.”
That’s a lie.
“What single woman makes extra trays of ziti unless she’s going to a baby shower?”
“I didn’t say she made it.”
“Whatever the case may be, it’s weird.”
“Jade is weird. You already know that. So what? The more important question on the table is whether you had one of those signature drinks you were waiting to taste?” Roman asks.
“A guest told me that the bartender was watering down the drinks, so I didn’t want to have to toss out my breastmilk for a crappy drink. What would be the point in that?”
“So you didn’t drink?”
I’ve never heard Roman sound so disappointed because I’m home or that I didn’t have any drinks. The world must be ending. Who is this man?
“No.”
“And where’s the Glamazon?”
“She’s still at the party.”
“Is she going to be okay there?”
