“No reason,” he mutters as he goes about his business.
More than happy to leave him to it, I take off toward the door, but when he speaks again, I pause.
“I’m sorry about the other night,” he says, regret heavy in his tone. “Thank you for taking me home.”
“It was nothing.”
“I can’t remember what I said, but?—”
“You didn’t really say anything. Just talked about your sister and Parker.”
When he turns around, a familiar sadness fills his eyes.
“Are you heading home to see your family this summer?” I ask.
“Yeah, I’ve just got a few commitments here before I can go.”
I nod and rub the back of my neck as he washes his hands.
“Good. Make the most of the time before life gets crazy again.”
“I will,” he agrees. “Rett?” he questions a few seconds later as he steps closer. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I was just…fuck,” I breathe before dragging my hand down my face. “I was trying to message someone,” I finally confess after deciding that I can trust him.
“Someone?” he questions.
“A woman.”
“A woman.” He balks.
“Christ. Forget I said anything.”
“No, no. I’m good with women. I can help.”
I raise a brow in question. I have never seen Hayden Monroe be good with a woman, let alone women, since I was traded in the spring.
“My sister is my best friend, okay? I know the right things to say. What are you trying to text her?”
“Umm…” Fuck. Why is this so hard?
And why am I asking a child to help me?
34
BEATRICE
Baby Daddy: You look beautiful tonight. I hope you have a good night with the girls.
Baby Daddy: Message me if you get lonely later. I know I will be.
“Sienna,” I shriek the second I read the messages.
Sienna doesn’t bother to stop walking as we exit the theatre after the show has ended; instead, she just looks over her shoulder and gives me her sweetest, most innocent smile.
“I can’t believe you sent him a photo,” I continue.
“What? I warned you that I would. He deserves to see what he’s missing.”
