Page 80 of Man Seeking Woman

Chapter Nineteen

August

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“So. . .” Glancing downat Ella as we drove back to the apartment, I asked, “How do you feel?”

I was afraid my mother was going to be too much for her to deal with. I just didn't want Ella to be so upset with who my mother was that she'd decide to not give me a child.

Although, I honestly couldn't blame her. If I showed up to meet her mother and she was a spitting image of mine, I'd probably second guess my decision too.

Because this child was going to be exposed to her on a regular basis. I would control their interactions the best I could, but that didn't mean I'd be able to shield our baby from all of her.

“How do I feel?” Giving me a side eye, her lips curled. “I don't know what you want me to say.” Fumbling with the strap on her clutch, Ella shrugged her shoulder. “She's your mother, I'm not going to put her down.”

“Don't worry about me, you won't hurt my feelings. I just want to make sure she didn't upset you or anything. My mother has a way with words and they're not always pleasant.”

“I'm fine, August. Besides, it doesn't really matter, this isn't real,remember?”Her mouth went taut as she smiled. “My feelings aren't hurt, I'll be fine.”

“That's how she is all the time, there was nothing different about tonight or any other night for that matter. She treated you the same as she's treated any other girl I've ever brought home. She hates them all.”

“Oh yeah?” Angling her head, loose strands of hair slipped over the side of her face.

“Yeah.”

Brushing the hair away, her mouth crooked. “She looked at me like I was dirt on the bottom of her shoe. You're telling me that your model girlfriend, Florence, was treated the same? The girl who had high-end fashion good looks, with her sexy french accent and perfect flawless skin.”

How does she know that?

I knew the answer, I didn't have to ask her how. “She really does talk. When did that conversation come up?”

“When you excused yourself to use the bathroom.”

“God damn it, I should have known.” Pulling the car over, I slammed on the brakes.

“Why are we stopping?”