Page 87 of Nothing to You
As he’d invited Franco to do with her.
He dug his chin into the top of her head.“I thought it wasn’t going to work tonight.”
“I’m sure you could find other ways to entertain new friends.You kind of know what you’re doing with your mouth, but don’t expect anyone else to be as good as I am at faking it.”
Kintyre’s eyes narrowed, switching from her to Rourke and back.“I can’t tell if you’re in love or homicidal.”
“They’re in love.We established that,” Lilya said, pushing Zach back onto their curved couch to then sit next to him.“Friend love.”
“Don’t tell her,” Rourke said.“She has big ideas.I’m using her for sex.I’ll get bored soon.”
“Oh, I can’t wait for the day.”She leaned back to pat his thigh, underlining her sarcasm.“Go make me a daiquiri.”
“Ha,” he laughed.“There are around five hundred bartenders here.”Proving his point, he turned.“Hey!”A passing server stopped.“We need daiquiris up here, for everyone, strawberry.”
For a second, the young guy stood dazed, like a deer in the headlights, then quickly nodded and ran off.
“That wasn’t polite.”
“When am I ever polite?”he asked, tossing his arms around her shoulders to hug her against him from behind.“Are we going to dance?”
“No, I like these shoes.I don’t want you stomping all over them.”
“Can mine be virgin?”Lilya asked.“I’m not drinking alcohol.”
“Yeah, you forgot that, didn’t you?”she said, digging her nails into one of his hands.“Now Lilya feels left out.”
“She’s not left out.She’s drinking for two.Why not get the kid wasted?Then he might just slide on out.”
“Oh!”Jane exclaimed like Rourke’s jibe was serious.“It’s much too early.Way, way too early.Premature babies can survive from twenty-two or twenty-three weeks, but it’s super rare and often they have a lot of issues growing up.”
“Medical issues?”
“Have you thought about that?”Jane asked.“Is it something you worry about?”
“About him being premature or having medical issues?”Kintyre asked.“If there’s anything medically wrong with him, he’ll get the best care available in the world.”
“I’m actually excited,” Roxie said.“I wasn’t at first.I didn’t really get it, but all the planning and scanning.The doctor appointments.It’s fun.It’s like Christmas is coming, but you already know what you’re getting.”Roxie laid her head on Zairn.“The best part about it is, we can give him back.”
“Give him back?”
“Yeah, we get to play with him until it’s not fun anymore and then we send him back to Jane.”
“Back to Jane?”Kintyre asked.
Everyone laughed.
“Yeah, I don’t think you’re going to see much of your kid.Maybe you’ll get to see him when he has babies.I’m sure he’ll know who you are.Jane will show him photographs.”
“Guess that’s something.”
“I’m sure Jane will be his favorite auntie,” Roxie said.“But I’m godmother.I better get the best gifts at Christmas.”
“I think we’re supposed to give him gifts,” Zairn said, kissing her shoulder again.“And advice.Teach him how to make good choices.Good, moral choices.”
“Says the rehabilitated former playboy,” Roxie stage whispered from the corner of her mouth.“The poor kid is doomed.”
“We didn’t think it through, did we?”Kintyre asked, putting an arm around Lilya to pull her closer.“Imagine the mouth he’ll have on him when he’s a teenager.”
