Page 2 of The Sweetest Mistake

“See! Right there,” she said, stabbing the air with her index finger.

“Right where? What are you talking about?”

“There’s an example of you being cocky. You think that all women want to sleep with you.”

He laughed again. “You got something against sex?”

“What? NO!” She was becoming more exasperated by the moment. Why did this man have the power to make her so crazy?

“Well, despite what you think of me, I’m not after you for sex.”

Julia narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re not?”

“No. If that’s what I wanted, all I’d have to do…well, never mind. The point is, I’d just like to get to know you better. Take you out to dinner or something. But it’s obvious that you’re not interested, so I’ll just be on my way.”

With that, Connor flipped down his aviators and started walking toward the door. She wasn’t sure what possessed her, but she jumped up and shouted, “Wait!”

Placing his hands on his narrow hips, he tilted his head and said, “Yes?”

“Maybe I have been a little tough on you.” Okay, who possessed my body, and why is she doing this?

“Are you apologizing?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

Cocking an eyebrow at her, he said, “What are you doing, then?”

Good question. And then she blurted out, “Maybe we could go out for a drink sometime. You know, to get to know each other like you said.”

If Connor’s smile had been blinding before, now it was downright lethal. “A drink? With me? Are you sure you want to do that?”

“Don’t press your luck. A simple yes or no will do.”

Flipping his glasses back up again, he stared at her with those mesmerizing eyes and answered, “Hell yes.” And then he turned and sauntered out the door.

It wasn’t until she finally got her wits together that she realized they hadn’t set a date. Instead of feeling relieved, she felt disgruntled. Now what? Is he going to call me? Do I have to call him because it was my idea? Ugh! Why did I have to open my big fat mouth?

The sound of a baby crying jolted her back to the present. This time, there was no mistaking it, and Julia’s curiosity prompted her to ring the doorbell. She waited a minute, and when nobody answered, she rang it again, holding her finger down on the button and listening closely to make sure she heard it ring. And then she heard footsteps. Finally.

Instead of swinging open the door, Connor barely cracked it and poked his head out.

“Julia?” he said, looking surprised to see her there.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” he replied through the crack.

“Aren’t you going to let me in?”

“It’s not really a good time. Can I call you later?”

But before she could answer, she heard a baby cry even louder that time. “Are you babysitting?”

He sighed. “Not exactly.”

“Connor? Who’s there?” came an unfamiliar woman’s voice.

Julia stilled, the blood rushing to her feet. A woman and a baby?