“What!” I exclaim, eyeing her in disbelief.
She stops typing and turns to me. "Supposedly,”—she uses air quotes—“he and his soon-to-be ex-wife have decided to keep the house they are living in and be roommates. Apparently, he moved into their basement. So he says.”
“What the fuck? He thinks he’s going to find someone who is okay with that?”
“Yup. He thinks it will and should work out because they will be turning the basement into an apartment, so it’s separate from the main living area.”
“In that case, not telling someone that he still technically lives with his ex-wife will probably work if they see he lives in a basement apartment. But why not wait until it’s turned into a basement apartment?”
“Why not wait until he’s actually divorced?” she says with her brows raised, staring at the computer.
“Oh, yeah. That too.”
“I doubt he’s even getting a divorce. And I highly doubt he lives in the basement,” she says making air quotes again.
“Some men.” I shake my head.
“You’re lucky you found Liam. When am I going to find a hot doctor?”
I giggle. Finding Liam was sheer luck. It’s true what they say:stop looking for love and let love find you.Because months before, I had given up on looking for love. I was so sick of it; I was coming to terms with being alone for the rest of my life.
Paige has also been through the ringer with dates. She told me once that I’m lucky I already have Amari, because she doesn’t think she’ll ever find a guy to settle down and have kids with. I told her she’s still young and has so much time. I don’t know why she is so worried about it. We’re the same age, and I was worried about it, but I feel like my situation is different since I have a daughter already. But…maybe it really is no different.
Twenty patients later, and it’s time to go pick Amari up . Dr. Peterson likes to see his easier follow-up patients on the same day since they are quicker appointments, so he can spend more time on those who need longer appointments on different days.
“Are you going to make it to Amari’s ballet recital tonight?” I ask Paige as we both clock out and shut down the office.
“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
I give Paige a hug. “Okay. I’ll see you later tonight.”
“Are you excited to perform?”I ask Amari as I walk her to the back of the dance studio, where she and all the other girls stay before they come out on stage.
“Yeah. Is Dad going to be there?”
“He should be. He said he would be.”
“And what about Grandma and Aunt Bryn?”
“Yup. Them too.” This is her first dance recital, and I think she’s more excited for everyone to be there for her rather than for the dance itself.
“Is Liam coming?” she asks, looking up at me.
“Yes.” I say glancing down at her.
“Oh, and Paige. Is she coming?”
“Yes. Sweetie, everyone is coming to see you perform.” Her performance literally lasts three minutes. There are all different age groups that are performing tonight.
“What about Uncle Kevin?”
“Yes, he’s coming.” I bend down and check her makeup one last time. Her smile enhances the pink blush on her high cheekbones. The mascara makes her long, pretty lashes look twice as long. I matched her lip color to the blush. She loves wearing makeup and gets excited every time I do it. Her hair is pulled back into a bun. She’s dressed in a pink leotard with a matching tutu, white tights, and pink ballet shoes. “I’ll see youout there.” I kiss her on her forehead, and she smiles and walks toward her classmates.
Once I get back out to the seating area, I notice everyone is already here. I walk through the line of chairs until I get to the corner where Kai is sitting.
"Hey, I saved this seat for you.” He points to the chair next to him.
“Thanks,” I whisper. I lean over and wave at everyone, but I realize Liam isn’t here yet. “Have you seen Liam?” I ask Kai.
