by Claire Adams
Each time we came in, Gina listened to it at least three times in a row, so I knew I’d be able to get a little break with Sierra for a minute. Stuck inside with a three-year-old who had boundless energy called for a little mental break. And during her nap, I would probably doze off myself.
Sierra came over to me, and we watched Gina dance and mimic the sounds from the song.
“Haven’t seen you in a few days,” Sierra said. “Are things going well?”
“Yeah, they are. Sorry I haven’t been in touch. Gina keeps me busy, and I’m knackered by the end of the day.”
“Are you sure it’s not because you’ve been a naughty nanny?”
Not this again. “Keep your voice down.”
“She has no idea what I’m talking about.”
Gina sang loud enough that she probably wouldn’t hear a freight train passing through the store.
“I’ve actually set Noah up with Kimberly.”
“You what?” Sierra asked.
“They’re going out Saturday night. I’m watching Gina.”
“Kimberly, the yoga instructor? I thought she was seeing what’s-his-face?”
“That’s been over for a while now. She’s single. Noah’s single. They both like fitness. It’s a good match.”
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Sierra asked.
“Why wouldn’t I be? I’m the one who set them up,” I said.
“Yeah, but you do that.”
“Do what?”
“Create excuses for yourself. Remember when you liked that guitar player?”
I cringed, knowing where she was going with this.
“And then you slept with his brother?” Sierra continued. “You created that barrier so you’d never be able to date either of them.”
“That was different.”
“Was it?”
“And I was young and stupid. Isn’t that guy married now? So, it wouldn’t have made a difference.”
“You two could be married by now,” Sierra said. “Not that that matters now. The point is that you always do this with men you like.”
“I don’t have feelings for Noah,” I said, sounding like a broken record.
“Sure you don’t,” she said incredulously.
“Sierra, he’s my boss. I need this job, remember?”
“There’s another set of excuses…” Sierra trailed off.
I had to make her understand my side. “That’s like you being in love with Harold.”
She pretended to gag herself. “No way is that the same thing. Harold is gross and old. Noah is sexy, wealthy, and has a daughter you clearly adore. Tell me you wouldn’t want to be her mommy during the day and his wifey at night?”
I opened my mouth to say something, but the music cut off. Gina didn’t need to be involved or overhear anything Sierra and I spoke about her father.
“Again, please!” she said, reaching for the record player.
Sierra walked over and showed Gina how to gently move the needle to the beginning of the song again. Then my best friend came back over to my side.
“How come you never brought all of this up with the other dads?” I asked. Not that I was attracted to them, but we were the same age; why was she pushing for me to have a boyfriend when she loved the single life?
“Because you didn’t get all gushy when you talked about those dads. You’re clearly smitten, and I think this date with Kimberly is not a good idea. What if they start dating and you regret setting them up? And then you get kicked out when they get married.”
“Even if they did get married, none of that would matter as long as Gina is happy.”
“All I’m saying is that you’re a little over concerned when it comes to Noah’s love life. You should take a step back and think about what you want. Your job be damned. If you two get along as well as you say, and you love his daughter, don’t ruin any chances before they come up.”
“I’m doing this for Gina,” I said, weakly. Sierra put strange thoughts into my head about Noah. And my mission to hook him up with Kimberly was a little muddled now. “She needs a mother figure in her life.” Repeating the goal I needed to accomplish helped with keeping that focus in my brain.
“Well, you don’t need to rush anything,” Sierra said. “They have you right now. And that’s more than enough of a mother figure.”
“I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment or insult.”
Sierra bumped my hip. “It’s a compliment, darling. Now let’s go shake our asses to ‘Wheels on the Bus.’”
After coming home from the record shop and lunch, Gina clocked in the longest nap to date at almost three hours. I had to wake her around four, so the timing of her bedtime wouldn’t be screwed up. Given how tired she acted for the rest of the day, I knew that wouldn’t be a problem. I’d texted Noah and ordered pizza that night earlier than normal. And by the time she finished eating, Noah came through the front door.
“Hey, Daddy,” Gina said wearily from the table.
Noah looked at me then back to Gina. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” I said. “We visited a friend of mine today.”
“Kimberly?” he asked.
For some reason, I didn’t appreciate his interest in knowing more about Kimberly.
“No, Sierra. She works at a vintage record shop. Gina likes this one album, and I think she tuckered herself out.”
I felt sorry for my snappy tone and brought it back down to a level one. I had been the one to set him up with Kimberly. There was no reason I should feel weird about it. Right?
“I’m sure the rain didn’t help,” he said. “This dreary weather had me dragging all day.”
“Me too,” I said. “I took a little snooze myself.”
“I wished I could have done that,” he said.
Light snoring from the table grabbed our attention. Gina had fallen asleep in her chair. Her forehead rested on the table next to her plate.
“I should get her to bed,” Noah said, dropping his briefcase on one of the empty chairs.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” I said. “What time would you like me here?”
“Would you mind coming by the house around five-thirty tomorrow?” Noah asked. “I have reservations for six.”
Six? That seemed a little early for a date. Did Noah expect to have a late night with Kimberly? Why did I care? I’d offered my services to watch Gina assuming he’d be out late. Damn Sierra for giving me these crazy thoughts!
“Are you looking forward to your date tomorrow?” I asked, trying to act like the person who orchestrated this entire date.
“Yes. But to be honest,” he said, “I’m a little nervous. I haven’t done the dating thing for a while.”
“You’ll be fine.” An image of Noah and me at a fancy restaurant popped into my mind. I knew together we’d be more at ease with going on a date. We never had any awkward moments between us. What would Kimberly and his date look like? Would they remain on surface topics like the weather or their careers? Or would Kimberly impress him with her killer body and flexible limbs?
I snapped myself out of those thoughts. Why did I care so much? A sick feeling of jealousy floated around in my stomach. I had no right to feel like that. I wasn’t jealous. I couldn’t be. Maybe it was a protective instinct like I had for Gina. I liked Noah as a friend, and I wanted to see him happy. There was no harm in that.
“I hope I don’t embarrass myself,” he said. “Any tips?”
I laughed. “I haven’t been on a date for a while either.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” I said.
“I pictured you going out every weekend on a new date.”
“Do I seem to be that kind of girl?”
Noah’s expression softened. “No, that’s not what I meant.”
I smirked. “I know. I’m just teasing. I don’t go out a lot, so it’s hard to meet people. It’s okay. I have plenty of time to find The One.”
Noah nodded,
and our first awkward silence stretched between us.
“Well, I should go,” I said and grabbed my bag. As I headed out to my car, I replayed the conversation in my head, wondering if I had made a mistake. Though, Noah seemed like he was looking forward to the date. Who was I to get in the way? Especially after hooking him and Kimberly up. This was for Gina. I had to focus on that. At least I could try.
Chapter Eleven
Noah
“You look handsome, Daddy,” Gina said. She beamed up at me from the bathroom floor where she worked on a puzzle while I prepared for my date.
I smoothed my gelled hair into the perfect coif. “Are you telling me I don’t look handsome all the time?” I knelt down beside her, careful not to touch my knees to the floor. I’d pulled out a pair of my more casual black suit pants for the occasion paired with a button-down black shirt. I was sure Kimberly already knew I had a daughter, but showing up to a date with blemishes on my clothes wouldn’t give the best first impression.
Gina giggled. “Tonight you look more handsome.”
I kissed her forehead. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome!”
Since having Jess as her nanny, I’d noticed Gina’s manners improving more and more each day. She reminded me of a little lady, and that thought was both exciting and terrifying at the same times.
“What are you and Jess going to do tonight?” I asked, standing up. I buttoned my top button on the shirt and thought better of it, unbuttoning it again. There was a small tremble in my hands.
“She got a movie for us,” Gina said.
“Don’t stay up too late,” I said.
“I know!” Gina whined.
I smirked, and Gina went back to her puzzle.
A few minutes later, I heard Jess’s voice downstairs.
“Hello?” she called.
Gina jumped up, and a few puzzle pieces skittered across the floor. She bolted from the room.
“Gina!” I called after her. “Pick up your—”
Gina was already halfway downstairs, so I didn’t bother finishing.
I took one last look at myself and a deep breath. “You can do this.” I knew little about Kimberly, but from what Jess told me about her, it seemed we had a few things in common, and that was enough to get me out the door. But I hoped for a deeper connection or else tonight would not be fun. I didn’t remember the last time I felt so nervous about anything. Even with the sales pitch the other day, I wasn’t bothered by the high-stress situation. But a date was out of my comfort zone. I’d been with my wife for ten years before she passed, so I’d had thirteen years out of the dating scene. From what I saw secondhand from my single friends and employees, it was a much different game than it had been when I was single. And with a kid to boot, forget it. I’d known for a while it was about time to get back into it, but couldn’t make that leap. And I didn’t have the energy for it.
At least not until Jess came around. She’d arrived into my life at the right time, and now that Gina was in a stable place, it was time for me to do something for myself.
I tried not to expect much out of tonight as it was only a first date. I tried to channel the confidence I had at work before walking downstairs to meet with Jess.
Gina had cocooned herself in a bundle of blankets on the living room couch.
“Jess?” I called.
“In here,” she called back from the kitchen.
I walked through there to find her. I had about ten minutes before I had to leave to pick up Kimberly.
Jess opened the microwave, pulling out a bag of popcorn.
I watched her for a minute until she turned and flinched. “You scared me. How long were you standing there?”
I smiled, I couldn’t help it. “Not long. I see you have all of your provisions for tonight.”
She nodded. “If we start the movie now, I’ll have Gina into bed a little after her bedtime. If that’s okay?”
“That’s fine with me,” I said.
“You look lovely,” Jess said, brushing passed me.
“Thanks.” I followed her into the living room. She looked great too, but I didn’t say as much. Her long legs appeared even longer hidden under her gray leggings. She wore a thick woven pale pink sweater that covered down to her mid-thigh. Her hair was in waves tonight, and when she passed under the hallway lights, a red tint I only saw when the light hit just perfect flickered in the strands of her hair.
“I’m sure you will have a good time,” she said, sitting on the couch next to Gina, folding her legs underneath her.
Gina scooted next to Jess. Jess wrapped her arm around Gina’s shoulders, pulling her close. Jess picked up the remote and turned the television on.
I rounded the couch and sat next to Gina. “All right, honey. Give me a hug. I won’t see you until tomorrow.”
Gina leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Night, night, Daddy.”
I ruffled her hair and glanced up at Jess. I had the urge to kiss her cheek too. I blinked that thought away and stood up, distancing myself from the temptation.
“Have a good time,” Jess said.
“I will,” I said gruffly, trying to hide what I’d almost done. I left the room and gathered my wallet and keys by the door. The more distance I put between myself and Jess, the worse I felt. What had come over me? For one, Jess was my nanny, and that relationship was off limits. And two, I was about to go on a date with another woman. One that Jess set me up with. Kissing her, in any capacity, was a ridiculous thing to do.
I shoved my arms through my coat sleeves and left the house without another word to the girls. I needed fresh air to clear my head.
Kimberly lived on the outskirts of town in an apartment complex close to the highway. The GPS directed me into a large parking lot, and I had to squint through the low lighting of the street lamps to make sure I had the right building.
A woman came out through the entrance, and I did a double-take before getting out of my car. Even in the cooler temperatures, the blonde woman whom I assumed to be Kimberly wore a tight black dress that left little to the imagination. Even from that distance, I could tell her chest didn’t fit well under the fabric.
“Holy shit,” I said under my breath. Jess had set me up with an amazingly sexy woman. Maybe this date wouldn’t be so bad. I got out and walked over to meet her.
“Noah, right?” Kimberly said as she approached.
I opened the passenger door for her. “Yes. How did you know?”
“I Googled you. And with your net worth, I knew you’d have an expensive car.”
“Oh,” I said, taken aback by her honesty. I hadn’t thought to Google her. I trusted Jess’s opinion. Though I couldn’t see the two of them hanging out.
Her thick eyelashes lowered as she checked me out. “So, where are we going?”
I shuffled over to the passenger side and opened the door for her. “There’s this place downtown I’ve been meaning to try.”
“As long as it has top shelf booze,” she said with a wink and slithered by me even though there was clearly enough room to pass. She sat in the seat, and I closed the door.
I stood outside of her door for a minute, gathering my thoughts. By her tone, I could tell she was laying it on thick. I might not have dated in a while, but I knew people. And with her callous mention of my net worth, had she agreed to go on this date because of my money?
A knock on the window brought me back to reality. I jogged over to my side of the car and got in. There was no reason to judge this woman before getting to know her. She had a fantastic body from being a yoga teacher. There was nothing wrong with her wanting to show it off. And I would have a gorgeous woman sitting next to me at dinner.
My assessment had been right. Kimberly was the focal point of most people at the restaurant. When we sat at our table, more heads turned in her direction than at their own food. Even though I didn’t mind the attention to us, I hoped that there was more of a connection than just physical attraction. It would suff
ice for a one night stand, but I was over that stage. I wanted to settle down with someone who loved Gina and me. I couldn’t be selfish and think about myself anymore. At least not when I had Jess waiting at home for me. If I stayed the night with her friend, I’d risk awkwardness in the morning for sure. I doubted Jess would mind, but I also wasn’t that guy. At least I’d never been before.
The host held out a chair for Kimberly, and she winked at him.
I couldn’t help but feel taken aback by the gesture. She’d winked at me before when I got her into the car. Was that her thing? Or was she flirting with the host on our date?
“Your server will be with you shortly,” he said, taking an inappropriate longing look at my date.
A sour taste filled my mouth as she noticed and slowly licked her lips.
That I couldn’t ignore. “Do you want wine?” I asked, trying to get her attention back.
It wasn’t hard. She glanced at the wine list and handed it to me. “I like red wine. Choose the most expensive.”
I chuckled. “Expensive doesn’t mean good.”
“I know,” she purred. “But we’d look like a power couple if an expensive label sat on our table.”
I focused on the wine list. If I looked up, I might see the seriousness in her expression, and I wasn’t ready for that. Was this woman for real? It was one thing to comment on my car, but I felt a little like I was paying for this woman to date me.
And the night only got worse from there.
Talking to Kimberly was like trying to get the attention of a puppy. Her attention flitted across the room, focusing on anything shiny or new. Only when I asked about her did she go on several one-sided conversations about her hope for opening her own yoga studio.
Then she hit me with a big one.
“I think when we solidify whatever amazing connection we have, then we could go in together on a studio.”
I gritted my teeth, appalled by this woman’s frankness. If she wasn’t Jess’s friend, then I might have told her I wouldn’t partner up with an airhead like her in a million years. I now knew for a fact she agreed to this date after knowing how much I made. Once again, I wondered how the hell Jess was friends with this girl. Jess had a heart of gold, and this girl appeared not to have one. Or tact either.