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“What?” Margot leans closer, her voice lowering conspiratorially. “Does the guy know?”
I nod. “He knows.”
“Was he an ass about it?”
“No. He’s been … he’s been really amazing actually.”
“Youlikehim,” Margot sings.
I shake my head rapidly. “No. No, I don’t. It was just sex, and now we’re co-parenting. Or we will be.”
“Tell that to the dreamy look on your face.”
I don’t have a dreamy look on my face. Ican’thave a dreamy look on my face. Can’t have feelings for Kit. And if I do have feelings for Kit, they’re just pregnancy hormones. Another unfortunate side effect of incubating his offspring.
“I’m considering dating someone else.”
Margot’s eyebrows rise. “Really?”
“Yeah. I met him at a party over the summer, and he was really nice. We were supposed to get drinks a couple of months ago, but I canceled, and he’s still asking to reschedule.”
“A couple of months, and you canceled? Wow. He’s super interested, then.”
“Maybe.” I worry my lower lip with my teeth. “I’m just not sure if I am.”
“That’s the point of dating, Collins. Get a drink with him and then decide if you’re interested.”
“Ican’tdrink, Margot.”
“Oh. Right. Suggest coffee, then? That’s even more casual.”
“Do I tell himwhyI can’t drink?”
“Definitely not. Iwouldtell baby daddy you’re going out on a date with another guy though.”
I shake my head and laugh. “Don’t call him that.”
“Fine. What’s his name?”
On second thought … I dodge the question and ask, “Why would I tell him?”
“Because you can deny it all you want, but I think you like him. And men are simple creatures. If you want to know how he feels about you, let him know there’s another guy in the picture. And,bam, you’ll get your answer.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I’mright. And if it doesn’t work out with either guy”—she taps the piece of paper I’m holding—“I’m available to assist. Maureen loved me.”
“Who’s Maureen?”
“The birthing instructor.”
“You took the class with your sister?”
“Uh-huh. Her boyfriend ran for the hills. Sounds like you picked a lot better.” Margot glances past me and swears under her breath. “Crap. Meeting’s done. I gotta go. Keep me posted!” She rushes into the hallway.
I fill a clean mug with cold water and head back toward my desk.
Kit’s standing right outside his office, talking to his father.