Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“Huh. Interesting.” He pauses. “Is he seeing someone?”
“Yes, he has a girlfriend.”
“How do they get along with your kid?”
“Fine. Obviously I worry, but—what can I do? I can’t control his household; I can only control mine. And things are great, I’m just missing that one thing.”
“Regular boning?”
I choke on my cocktail, shocked by his words.
No—shocked isn’t the right word. Amused? Surprised?
“You went straight for it, didn’t you?”
“It’s one of my favorite words for sex besides the word sex.” He laughs.
“Well, that’s not the one thing that’s missing—there’s always a vibrator for that.” Ha ha. “You know I meant a relationship. I would love to . . .”
Not be alone.
Have a partner.
Not have to rely on myself for everything.
“I would love to have someone other than my mother on my emergency-contact list,” I finally say, hoping he’ll find it funny.
And he does.
Dex gives me a chuckle, eyeing me over the rim of his glass. “I get it. My emergency contact is my agent.” He rolls his eyes. “How fucking lame is that? My agent and Landon Burke. Like, what the fuck are they gonna do if I break my neck or tear a ligament?”
I blink. “Break your neck? Isn’t that a bit extreme?”
“Hey. Out on that field anything can happen.”
“Jesus,” I breathe. “Your health insurance must be wild.”
Dex’s snicker is low and deep.
I pry my eyes away from his lips. His mouth.
I lift them to his eyes, only to find him staring at me.
“You’re funny,” he says at last.
I pause.
“Thanks.”
Chapter 10
Unknown Number:
Aren’t you glad you gave me your number at the end of that date?
Margot:
I’m sorry, who is this?
Dex:
It’s me—your new best friend, Dex.
Margot:
Ahh, sorry, I wasn’t expecting to hear from you.
Dex:
Why? We had fun, didn’t we, or was I hallucinating?
Margot:
We totally had fun. But you’re not looking for a new friend and I’m not looking for any new friends.
Dex:
We can always use more friends.
Margot:
I’m so sure the next woman you meet will LOVE the fact that you’re collecting random women on your dating apps.
Dex:
You’re not a random woman. You’re Wyatt’s mom.
Margot:
Ahh yes, forever known as Wyatt’s mom . . . mostly in school circles but real life works too. So sexy.
Dex:
Hey, don’t get sensitive, I was joking.
Margot:
I’m not! I was joking too.
Dex:
Hard to tell over a damn text message, yk?
Margot:
100%
Margot:
Are you texting me because you’re so bored you have nothing else going on? I find that hard to believe.
Dex:
Nah, just wondering what you were up to.
Margot:
he he
Dex:
Having any luck? Any new dates?
Margot:
Yeah, I’ve been talking to this guy named Paul, but I have mixed feelings about it.
Dex:
Why—’cause his name is Paul?
Margot:
What’s wrong with the name Paul??
Dex:
Nothing. If you like nerds.
Margot:
LOLOLOL omg stop it, how do you know he’s a nerd? He could be a professional football player in disguise.
Dex:
Please, no professional football players are on these apps.
Margot:
Oh my god.
Dex:
It’s just me up in here.
Margot:
That’s probably true. Although there is this one guy who says he plays baseball? But he’s way too tall so I swiped left.
Dex:
What’s “Too Tall?” if you don’t mind my asking.
Margot:
I don’t know, I think it said he was 6’5”?
Dex:
Dude, I’m 6’4”
Margot:
Yeah, but that one extra inch is pushing it.
Dex:
You are really something else . . .
Margot:
**blushes** Awww thank you
Dex:
So what are you doing, it’s like—almost bedtime, why you still up?
Margot:
I was writing this week’s lesson plans.
Dex:
What does that mean?
Margot:
It means I’m going over the week, day by day, and planning what to teach the children. LOL
Dex:
That is so fucking adorable.
Margot:
Um. Thanks?
Dex:
I’d give my left nut to sit at the back of a classroom and watch you teach little people.
Margot:
Just the left nut? Not both??
Dex:
LOL
Margot:
Have you been drinking?
Dex:
No. Why? Have you?
Margot:
No, but you’re being goofy so one has to wonder.
Dex:
I’m always goofy.
Margot:
What are you up to right now? As you said, it’s getting kind of late. Or are you a night owl?
Dex:
Definitely a night owl, depending. There’s nothing to watch on TV, and I can’t get into a new book and the house just feels really quiet, so I figured I’d see what you were doing.
Dex:
Are you a night owl or a morning person?
Margot:
Both, I guess? I feel like I don’t need much sleep to be peppy, but who knows. I wake up early during the week because I have to get to school and stuff.
Dex:
Yeah, same. Also depends on the season. If we’re knee-deep in the shit, I go to bed at like, 7PM, if we don’t have an evening game. I sleep a lot sometimes LOL
Margot:
That makes sense.
Dex:
So what is it like being a teacher and molding young minds and shit?
Margot:
LOL “molding young minds and shit”—no one has ever put it that way. I’ve always wanted to be a teacher, so I really love my job, even when you have a difficult parent.
Dex:
How are parents difficult?
Margot:
You know—the parents who think Little Morgan is perfect and not the classroom bully when in fact Little Morgan is out stealing toys and pulling hair and scribbling on someone else’s paper to be a dickhead. The level of denial can be frustrating.