Baird grimaced as I chuckled. “What happened with Helen?”
“Uh, we’d only been dating six weeks when she asked for a key to my flat.” She bugged her eyes out. “Like … no.”
Understanding her horror, I nodded.
“My flat is my space. It will take finding someone I can’t live without before I give up my autonomy.”
“I’ll never give up my autonomy,” I promised.
“I don’t know.” Baird shrugged. “It might be nice to come home to someone.”
Ainsley gave her brother a tender smile. “You’re so cute.”
“I am well aware of my adorableness.”
The food arrived and the pretty waitress turned to me as she settled my plate on the table. “Can I get you anything else?”
“Nah, I’m good.”
“Just give me a shout if that changes.” She slid a piece of paper onto the table and then sashayed away.
“Is that her number?” Ainsley asked, a huge grin on her face.
Sighing, I lifted the paper and turned it over. It hadAnabethscrawled across it with her number.
Anabeth.
Fuck.
I couldn’t escape the woman.
“You want it?” I asked her.
She raised an eyebrow. “She’s a bit young for my tastes. You don’t want it?”
I shook my head and left the invitation on the table. “I’m taking a break from all that shite.”
“Well, I never thought I’d see the day.”
“More for me,” Baird said before taking a massive bite of his burger.
His sister pursed her lips. “As long as you’re being careful, wee bro.”
“Always,” he mumbled.
“So, what’s with the drought?” Ains asked me. “Is it that ugly couch you threw in with my design? I told you women wouldn’t go for it.”
I grimaced. “It’s not the couch.”
“At least let me reupholster it.”
“I’ve already told you?—”
“It might impact the comfort level,” she mimicked in a gruff voice. “Weirdo.”
“Takes one to know one.” I turned to Baird, changing the subject. “Chris said Carmichael asked us to stop reaching out.”
“Chris?” Ainsley raised an eyebrow.
