Page 71 of Whisper Sweet Nothings

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The fact that I’d made out with my nanny, my too-young-for-me nanny, and couldn’t stop thinking about her.

The last thing I needed to do was be at a New Year’s party with endless alcohol and a woman I was dangerously attracted to.

Melody was thriving. We’d found someone who’d completely stepped up to the plate. My daughter depended on her.

I depended on her.

I warmed up the pizza she’d made us and watched some UFC fights, glancing down at my phone to check the time repeatedly.

Maybe she wouldn’t even come home tonight.

She was young and single, after all.

Maybe she’d go home with Brenner.

It wasn’t my business.

“Fuck,” I groaned, because the thought made me physically ill.

My phone vibrated, and I picked it up to see a text from Winnie.

Winnie

Happy New Year, Archie!

Happy New Year. Are you having a good time?

Winnie

Yes, it’s a great party. You should have come. I’m probably going to suffer tomorrow because I’ve had more lemon drops than I can count.

I’m glad you’re having fun. You’ve earned it.

Winnie

What are you doing?

I’m enjoying your pizza and a little UFC, so I’m doing just fine.

Winnie

Is Melody asleep?

My mom convinced her to stay the night with them when we stopped by.

Winnie

So why didn’t you come?

Just needed a night in.

She didn’t respond. She’d looked wounded earlier when I’d changed the plan to go. And fuck, when she’d walked out in that tiny black dress, I knew I’d made the right decision.

A little space would do us both some good.

Do you have a ride home?

Winnie

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