I reached over and grabbed one of the pieces of fajita from her plate and plopped it into my mouth. “Watch, you’ll end up with two,” I told her, covering my mouth while I chewed the meat. “You’ve already got that ‘mom’ vibe going on better than anyone I know.”
That had her rolling her eyes, but she didn’t argue that she didn’t, because we both knew it was true. She was a twenty-seven-year-old who dealt with full-grown man babies daily. She had it down. I was friends with my coworkers. Lenny was a babysitter for the ones she was surrounded with regularly.
“Like you’re one to talk, bish,” she threw out in a grumpy voice that said she knew she couldn’t deny it.
She had a point there.
She picked up a piece of fajita and tossed it into her mouth before mumbling, “For the record, you should probably get started on lucky number four soon. You aren’t getting any younger.”
I rolled my eyes, still chewing. “Bish.”
“Bish.”
I smiled at her, and she smirked right back.
“Since we’re on the topic of kids, and you can’t have any on your own…”
The smile fell right off my face. This wasn’t the first time we’d had a similar conversation. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.”
She ignored me. “Maybe it’s time you started dating again.”
I glanced down the table. Thankfully, no one had decided to start paying attention. “I don’t want to talk about it,” I insisted.
Still, Lenny ignored me. “How long has it been since you dated that silver fox?”
“Do you have to talk so loud?” I glanced around again before whispering, “And three years, you know that.”
“So it’s been how long since that one guy who wanted you to call him Daddy?”
And she’d gone there.
I burst out laughing, which I knew was the last thing I needed to do when every person at dinner was nosey. “Shut up, Len!”I tried to whisper, but it really came out as more of a laugh, damn her.
I had almost forgotten about the one and only “rebound” in my life. The thirty-six-year-old to my back-then twenty-three.
Of course, she still ignored me as she thought about the dates before answering her own question. “Three years too, right?”
“Can we talk about this later?” I basically begged her, even though I was still cracking up over the memory of that short and weird relationship that I’d gone into with almost no expectations.
Lenny’s snort told me we weren’t going to talk about this later. We were going to talk about it now. Because when Lenny DeMaio wanted something, she got it.
It all went to hell the moment Mr. Cooper turned and smiled over at us. “What are you two cracking up about?”
Oh hell. I started to shake my head. “She’s being—”
It was too late.
“I’m trying to tell Luna that she needs to start dating again if she wants to have four kids someday, and we’re going down the list of her exes.”
“There’s only been one and a half, and that half was debatable,” I said, but I knew it was pointless.
Still, she ignored me. “And I reminded her about the first one.”
Mr. Cooper’s face instantly fell. “I didn’t like him.”
At least she hadn’t brought up—
“Was that the one who wanted you to call him Daddy?” Grandpa Gus, who had been in the middle of a conversation when I had looked at him two minutes ago, asked out of nowhere.
