At all.
She was something else.
And Smithie needed to get to the bottom of it and not tosave her fantastic tits.
To save her from jumping too soon into something for whichshe was not ready.
He leaned forward in his chair and dropped his voice.
“There’sgonnabe a mean kid inclass that gets in their face.There’sgonnabe ahealth situation that’s probably the croup or a flu that you’re notgonnaunderstand and it’sgonnascare you shitless.Girls’ll get their hearts broken by an asshole.Boys needto learn not tobeassholes.Yougottahaveit together, Mac.No one can be fully prepared for being a parent.But yougottaknowyou’re as ready as you’ll ever be.”
She held his eyes and said, “I’m ready, Smithie.”
“You’rewatchin’ your sister andher man make babies and you’re so in love with your nephews you can’t seestraight so you’refeelin’ the time tick by anddoin’ that, the itch iscomin’ onto one you can’t help but scratch,” he returned.
“This has nothing to do with Jet and Eddie,” she returned.
“Okay, then, how often does Jet go out with those RockChicks?Answer me that, Mac.How often?”
“She sees her crew all the time,” Mac told him.
“Right, and she can do that because her husband is home,lookin’ after their boys.”
She got his point.
This was why she shut her mouth before opening it andsaying, “Or Blanca looks after them.”
“Blanca looks after them when Jet and Eddie are outtogether.Unless he’sworkin’, no one looks after hisboys but him if their mommaain’taround to do it.”
Mac turned her head and studied the wall.
It wasn’t that interesting.
But she kept doing it.
“Mac, look at me,” he ordered.
She did, that stubborn lift in her chin.
Smithie took his voice to soft.“You’regonnafind him, darlin’.”
She got his point on that too.
“I don’t need a man,” she bit out.
“No.But you want one and you’regonnafind him.You just need to be patient.”
She was losing patience sitting right there.“This is notabout finding a man, Smithie.”
“How many of the Rock Chicks don’t got a warm body in theirbed?”he pushed.
“I can get a man whenever I want.”
She absolutely could do that.
She wasn’t beautiful.But she was pretty.Crazy pretty.
Her sister, Jet, had the quiet, shy, girl-next-door vibegoing for her.
