Putting up his hand, Zodiac muttered, “I get it.”
“No, no, you started this. Number three, if I wanted to trap you, I’d come to you right away and share the news. The point was to trap you, right? Why not get you attached to the baby idea? That way, if I miscarried, you might want to try again.”
Glaring at me, Zodiac spat out, “I’d never purposely make a kid.”
“Sure, sure. Number four, what would be my endgame here? Like, you’d find out I was pregnant and, what, move into the basement with me at my parents’ place? Like, what exactly would I get out of making a kid with you rather than using one of my club brothers to play spermdonor? There are plenty of attractive men in my circle who would be happy to have a solid baby mama.”
“Your response has been too calculated. You were ready for me to accuse you.”
“If that were true, I would have shown up today all teary-eyed and weepy. ‘Oh, Zodiac, do you think you could ever love the baby?’ I’d say something dipshitty like that. You’re so stupid to think I planned this. Just a big dumb dummy.”
Zodiac’s narrowed gaze relaxed when he heard me imitating Rowdy’s habit of calling everyone dumb dummies to get a rise out of them.
“I don’t trust you.”
“I don’t trust you, either,” I said and got comfortable on the couch. “Who’s playing?”
“I blame myself.”
“I blame you, too,” I said instantly. “Now, what exactly did you fail at?”
“I shouldn’t have made my interest so obvious.”
“It’s true that you drooled over me enough to turn a room into a flood zone. Probably should have kept your boner better hidden, too.”
Zodiac’s dark expression cracked, and he offered me a grin. “I saw your picture before we met. You were spank-bank material, obviously. But you’re something else in person. Can you really blame me for the boner?”
“No, I get it. I see myself naked every day,” I said and smiled at him. “When will my snacks arrive?”
“Soon. I have a guy picking them up.”
“He won’t lick my food, will he?”
“Not if he wants to keep his tongue.”
Scooting a little closer, I murmured, “I like how you’re scary. My dad is the same way.”
“But not Clint?”
“No, because I knew him when he was a little boy. None of the guys in my club are scary. When I look at them, I see their little kid versions.”
“You can no longer ride with your club.”
“Okay,” I said, going along with his bossy bullshit. “Is there anything else I should change about myself to please my second baby daddy?”
“You need to stop wearing revealing clothes.”
“Sure. Will a muumuu work, or are we talking a nun getup?”
“You’d be mighty fucking hot dressed as a nun.”
“Well, I guess we know what my costume will be for the Sorority House’s Halloween party.”
Zodiac eyed me with suspicion again. “I can see how your club would benefit from you purposely getting knocked up with my kid.”
“Oh, so now I baby-trapped you as a favor to my brother?”
“We’ve been aligned for less than six months.”
