Page 34 of Some Sort of Love (Happy Crazy Love 3)
Night.
I set my phone aside and turned onto my side again, hoping everything was OK with Scotty. Did Levi ever get a full night’s sleep? Being a single parent had to be hard enough without throwing in all the extra issues he dealt with. And he was so devoted to his son. Clearly it would make dating difficult, if that’s what we were doing—I wasn’t even sure yet. But it also made him more attractive to me. Not only was he gorgeous and good in bed, he had a huge heart.
Was there room in it for me?
• • •
On Sunday evening, he called me. “Hey.”
“Hi.”
“How’s my Girl Friday?”
I smiled. “Good. Just doing some reading.”
“About what?”
“Autism research, actually.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes. It’s very interesting, the genetic links they’re finding, what brain scans are revealing about neurological connectivity.”
“Yeah, I used to read some of that stuff, but it wasn’t very useful to me.”
“No?”
“No. It’s interesting, but there’s a disconnect, you know? I’m glad they’re making gains in understanding how autism looks in the brain, but that doesn’t help me deal with the meltdowns on my kitchen floor.”
“True,” I admitted. “What does help you?”
He sighed heavily. “Whiskey.”
I laughed and closed the window on my laptop. “How was your day?”
“Good. I’m on a homework break, and looking at the calendar for this week. Friday still work for you?”
“Yes. That’s perfect, actually.”
“Good. I’m going to get some groceries and come over at six.”
“I’ll supply the whiskey.”
“I don’t need whiskey with you. Just a way to stop time.”
I smiled, but I felt a little sad too. “I wish I could do it for you. I’ll see you Friday.”
• • •
On Thursday night, I met Natalie and Skylar for a drink at Trattoria Stella. They were already there when I arrived, Natalie sipping on water with lemon and Skylar still perusing the wine list.
“Hi there, Mrs. Pryce,” I teased, hugging her hello. “You’re looking tan and refreshed. Did you have fun on your honeymoon?”
“Yes.” Her eyes sparkled. “It was incredible. The beach, the sun, the sea, the food, the sex—everything.”
“Sounds like it.” Thrilled to find myself completely unenvious, I slipped my coat off and hung it on the back of my chair. “And how are you feeling, Nat?”
“Good. Tired, but what else is new?” She slurped on her straw. “Now tell Skylar about your date.”
