Tightly-wound arrogant bastard
I waved at him in a friendly manner and went back inside.
The next morning, I was sitting at the kitchen table with my coffee when the phone rang.
“Hello there, baby girl, did you miss me?”
His voice came out like butter over the phone, like dripping, wicked, melted butter that would fuck you ten different ways to Sunday.
“Oh, I’ve been keeping busy,” I said, thinking about Ambrose’s impotent rage. “How’d your shows go?”
“They went off like abang, dollface, but I want to talk aboutyou, angel! I want to hear all about you and that beautiful belly I plan to worship the second I see you.”
“Baby and I are both doing fine,” I laughed.
“Have you changed your mind yet and decided to marry me?”
“Absolutely not,” I chuckled. “Remember, we arenottogether and only coparenting.”
My baby daddy was sinfully tall and sexy and fucked like a god, but we had gotten pregnant quite unexpectedly and I did not see him as marriage material.
I could hear him pouting over the phone.
He was not a man used to ever hearing the wordno.
“What can I do to change your mind, you beautiful aggravating creature? I’m trying to make an honest woman out of you. We’re heading back now, and I can be at your place bythis weekend? I can’t wait to feel our baby kick. Then once I’ve rubbed your feet and gotten you all the jalapeños and ice cream you desire, I plan to pleasure you for hours.”
"I don’t know if you coming over here is a good idea,” I said.
He exclaimed in surprise and began to list all the ways he planned to make it worth my while.
Still.
Did I want the drama?
But then I glanced out the window and saw my asshole ex Ambrose out in his yard, his mouth set in a grim line. Under my indignant eye, he took pruning shears and harshly snipped off the head of a gorgeous pink rose whose head justbarelyfell half an inch in his yard.
“Actually it’s agreatidea if you come over,” I said. “See you soon!”
CHAPTER 5
Ambrose
Once the last of our guests were gone, the smile slid from Astrid’s face as she whipped around to face me.
“What was all that about, Ambrose?”
The knot in my tie suddenly felt extremely tight.
“What do you mean? I think the Provence Rosé and Havarti went very well together.”
“You know what I mean,” Astrid snapped with a glare. “Why were you even talking to Indi? What were you doing eventhinkingabout her clothing and how tight it was?”
The injustice of this stung.
“You know I take the Applewood Subdivision HOA rules very seriously. That’s all. It was nothing to do with herbody. You know I don’t care about her body.”
“Do I?” Astrid asked.
