“You okay?” Johnny asks. “You’re paler than usual.”
“When do you leave for Phoenix?”
“Two weeks. Why?”
“We should talk before then.”
He lifts an eyebrow dramatically. “Isn’t that what we’re doing now?”
“Got some stuff going on right now. Can’t discuss it yet, but I could use someone else’s perspective.”
He scratches his nuts and smiles. “I’m your man.”
It makes me laugh. I should probably go to Ben, but he and Sienna have a million things going on right now.
“Wanna go for breakfast?” he asks. “That pizza was just a snack.”
“Yeah. Let me shower. Give me ten.”
By the time I get cleaned up and return, I’m surprised to see Maggie in the kitchen chatting with Johnny.
She smiles hesitantly. “I brought you guys donuts.”
This woman is having my kid. Just seeing her leaves me dazed. Her thick hair is in a ponytail, and she’s wearing blue jeans shorts and a t-shirt I’d love to strip off of her. Today she’s sporting those sexy-as-hell glasses. Now that I’ve accepted this thing between us, I want to fuck her until she can’t stand straight.
Slow, asshole. You gotta go slow this time.
Johnny opens the box. “She wouldn’t let me have one until you arrived.” He takes a round donut and is bringing it to his mouth when I slap it out of his hand.
It tumbles back into the box. “What the fuck was that?” Johnny asks.
“I’m doing you a favor.” I turn to Magnolia, suddenly suspicious. We said we’d table the discussion of our grievances, but that doesn’t mean she won’t try to get even in the meanwhile. “Did you put mustard in these?”
She starts laughing. “No, weirdo. I haven’t tried to sabotage your donuts since junior year of high school.”
I turn to find Johnny chomping away at a chocolate-filled donut. “Those are my favorite.”
Maggie rolls her eyes. “I know. That’s why I bought them for you.”
“You remember that chocolate-filled donuts are my favorite?” I dated Amelia for months, and I’m pretty sure she had no clue.
“You also like Boston cream, but they didn’t have any of those.”
With his mouth half-full, Johnny asks, “So are you two over being butthurt? Does this mean you’re dating or something?”
Maggie blushes and shrugs. “Or something.”
She’s having my kid. I’d say it’s more than something.
22
MAGGIE
After Michael and Johnny scarf down a few donuts, I tug on Michael’s shirt. “Could we, um, go talk?”
He turns to Johnny. “Raincheck on breakfast?”
Johnny holds up his thumb while he shovels another bite into his mouth.
