“Twenty two,” she says proudly, as if it’s an achievement.
Thank God.
I instantly feel better.
The last thing I need is someone setting me up or taking pictures of me signing some minor’s body.
Even if she was legal, something still doesn’t sit right about me, almost two decades older, caught in a park writing on her skin.
If I asked her out, would she say yes? Probably.
But that would open up a whole host of complications.
And even if I was considering moving on with someone outside of my ex, or the little fling I kept having and just ended with Sarah, when would I even have time?
I’m in the shit I’m in right now because I didn’t prioritize my wife.
And this, this exact chaos, is going to be my life for the foreseeable future.
And it’s not like I’m hurting for sex, but if things really are over with Sarah, which I intended before I fell prey to my sex drive again, it’s not like I’d be getting it from Gabby.
Or would I?
I want to have sex with her.
But that’s the problem.
I want to have sex with Gabbyall the time now.
She’s living with me and it’s getting harder to ignore, and not to mention my heart is still wrapped around her.
I don’t want to put her through any more trouble, so the best thing would be to find someone completely outside of work and separate from the situation.
But if I do get a girlfriend, I'm going to have to get Gabby out of the house.
Because no woman in her right mind is going to date a guy living with his ex.
His ex-wife at that.
After I finish signing the girl’s phone and her forearm, seeing the goosebumps rise on her skin, I give her my signature smirk.
“There you go. What’s your name again?”
“Lindsay,” she says proudly.
“Nice to meet you, Lindsay.”
The girl’s face couldn’t get any redder.
“Oh myGod, it’s just… amazing,” she says, bouncing a little on her toes. “Like, you’re 33 and you’ve already amassed all that success. How did you do it? Like, what did you, when did you decide you wanted to get into robotics?”
“I’ve always been interested in building things. It was an opportunity that came up, and then it kind of took off from there.”
I soften my smile and lift a shoulder. “But you’ll have to watch the interviews for the rest of the answers.”
She laughs, clasping her hands behind her back. “It's pretty cold out here. Why are you out here by yourself? Also where's Sarah? I know you probably get this question all the time but are you guys like a thing?”
I raise an eyebrow at her, playful. “Are you sure you're not a reporter?”
