“I don’t know what Violet’s plans are after brunch, but you can practice on me if you want.”
Her mouth dropped open, and she clapped her hands together. “I’m going to make you the prettiest daddy in Blushing!”
“Oh boy. Lucky me.”
The shit I did for my little girl was not something I’d ever seen myself doing.
But seeing her smile was worth whatever torture she was about to put me through.
“I’ll go set things up in my bathroom!” She jumped to her feet.
“I’ll be in there shortly. I need to take care of a few things real quick. Give me five minutes.” I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts and found the name of a high school friend of mine, Logan Hawkins. She was an attorney now, and I’d just renovated her home last year, and she had a reputation for being a shark in the courtroom. I sent her a quick text.
Me: Hey, Logan. I may need some legal advice regarding Harper’s mom and my custody rights. I wondered if this was something you could help me with.
Logan: Of course. This is what I do. Let’s set up a meeting for tomorrow morning. Can you meet me at my office at 11am?
Me: I’ll be there. Thank you.
Logan: Of course. See you tomorrow.
I made my way down the hallway toward Harper’s bathroom.
“Ready for your makeover, Daddy?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be, baby girl.”
I glanced over at the container of glitter shadow and groaned.
Because I’d just agreed to let her make me sparkle like a fucking disco ball on New Year’s Eve.
Chapter Twenty-One
Violet
“Okay, ladies. Last round,” Delilah said. She owned the Brown Bear Diner, and she was one of my favorite people in town.
“How does a boozy brunch of bottomless mimosas have a last round?” I asked before falling back in the booth in an eruption of giggles.
“That’s a brilliant question,” Montana said, her words slurring.
“And why are we the last people in the place?” Blakely hiccuped.
“Because dinner is starting in an hour. You ladies managed to drink more mimosas than the entire restaurant put together.” The older woman smirked.
“But aren’t you glad you listened to me about offering boozy brunch once a month? And then we moved it from boozy brunch to liquor lunch. It’s an all-day affair.” I tipped the last of my champagne and orange juice back.
“I am. Even if just to see you three in here acting like fools, it’s worth it.” She winked. “I need to get back in the kitchen to help with the transition to dinner, so take your time finishing up, but the mimosas are done.”
“I’m texting Myles to come get me. Do you two need a ride?” Montana asked as she typed out a text on her phone.
“I’d love a ride,” Blakely said.
I chewed on my fingernail. “Charlie said he’d come pick me up. Do you think I should text him?”
“Well, you did have sex with the man three times last night, I’d say you should let him pick you up.” My best friend fell forward in laughter, and I rolled my eyes.
“Thank you for announcing it for the whole restaurant to hear.” I sent a text to Charlie that I was done, but happy to walk home.
