Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“Once, before Simon got his head out of his ass and realized I was the one for him.” Bridget leans over and kisses her husband’s cheek.
“That’s kind of adorable,” I say, taking a sip of my drink and wishing I had someone I could be adorable with.
“Please let me set you up,” Bridget begs, clasping her hands together.
“If anyone should be setting Harper up, it should be me,” Simon says. “I have access to tons of doctors. Who do you have access to? Stay-at-home moms?” He laughs and Bridget glares.
“I think I’ll just wait. For one, I’m kind of done with doctors. No offense.” Unlike Richard, who works twenty-four seven, Simon works at a walk-in clinic and is home every day by five. He also takes regular breaks and lunches so he can see Bridget during the day. When I once mentioned that to Richard, after we were divorced, so he could see more of the kids, he looked at me like I was insane and asked if I wanted to keep driving around in my Audi because a walk-in clinic would leave him broke and he would have to lower my child support. I didn’t even bother to argue. It’s pointless. Yes, he does pay a good amount in alimony and child support, but it’s because I was home with the kids while he was working his way up to becoming Chief of Surgery. The problem is Richard just doesn’t get there’s more to life than money. The kids want his presence more than presents.
“I bet I could set Harper up with someone way better than you can,” Bridget says.
“Is that a challenge?” Simon asks with a lift of his brow.
“Umm… I’m not your guinea pig,” I point out, but they both ignore me.
“It’s definitely a challenge,” Bridget volleys. “And when I win, you have to give me something.”
Simon laughs. “What?”
“You have to pay for Harper’s and my weekend away…The VIP package.”
“Done. And what do I get?” Simon challenges.
“If you win…” Bridget taps her fingernail against her chin then grins. “I’ll let you do that thing you like…”
“Really?” Simon perks up, and I groan. They’re so gross.
“Are you serious?” Simon asks Bridget, his bright blue eyes wide in excitement.
“Yep.”
He nods slowly. “You just made a big mistake, Luv, because now I’m motivated, and I will make sure I find someone better.”
“Umm… hello!” I wave my hands in the air. “I haven’t agreed to this.”
They both finally look at me.
“I can find you someone perfect,” Simon says. “No doctors. Promise. Or boney-ass pussy lovers.”
“Well, I mean… he could love pussy.” I shrug. Simon chokes on his drink, and Bridget cracks up laughing.
“One date from each of us,” Bridget says. “Whoever you get along with the best is the winner.”
“Ugh… fine.” I glance at Simon. “But if you win, I still want my weekend away for going along with this crap.”
Simon grins. “If I win, I’ll send you on a weeklong getaway!”
“Hey!” Bridget slaps his chest playfully. “No cheating.”
I glance at my phone and see it’s a quarter after twelve. “I need to get home to get ready for another interview. If you want, I can grab the boys from camp,” I offer since she got them yesterday. “Ella is going home with her cousin.”
“No,” Bridget rushes out. “I’ll get them. You just umm… go home and relax after your interview and I’ll drop Brendan off.”
“You sure?”
“Yep. I got them. Now go…” She pushes my shoulder, acting strange. “Call me and let me know how the interview goes.”
Thirteen
Landon
“All right, boys, go ahead and bring it in!” I yell. The dozens of mini-baseball players come running over, sweaty and smelly and smiling.
“First, I just want to say you guys did awesome today. It’s only the second day of camp and you guys are seriously killing it.” Their smiles widen. “Make sure you practice at home, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Coach!” several of them holler as they take off to find their parents, who are waiting for them.
“How’d it go?” Brian, my older brother and the man in charge of this baseball camp, asks.
“Good. I forgot what it was like to play ball for fun.” For the last several years, my life has revolved around playing baseball for the Boston Reds. I have lived and breathed baseball, but somewhere along the way, I forgot what it was like to just throw the ball around and have fun. I’ve missed the simplicity of the sport. When you play for the Major Leagues, it becomes so much more than just throwing and catching. You travel for six months out of the year, sleeping in hotels more nights than you’re home. You have events and charity functions. Contracts and endorsements. The money is great, but the strings attached to it weigh down on you.
“How’s your arm doing?” Brian asks.