Page 60 of Broken Prince
“Then, we go on a road trip.” Laney smiles down at Benny. “How's that sound? Sleepover with Daddy?”
Sleeping in the same room with her, the same bed? Something tells me that's not a good idea, not at all.
“Okay.” I find myself agreeing, throwing all the flashing red flags out the window. “Thank you, that would be amazing.”
“Of course.” She kisses Benny. “The more time I get to hang out with this little man, the better.”
She puts him in his car seat and says bye to Justin and me before heading across the parking lot to her own car.
“I’m so fucking screwed,” I groan, giving Justin a look.
He nods, giving me a pitying look as he pats my shoulder. I glance down at Benny, who beams up at me and bursts into giggles like he knows it, too.
***
“Is he sleeping?”
I look over, swallowing hard when I see Laney. She’s in a baggy shirt that hits her knees. It’s covering more of her body than the night I told her that walking around here in her little sleep shorts and hardly there shirt wasn’t a good idea, yet looking at her right now, I feel like she's even more tempting.
It wasn’t because I was worried about my dad seeing it. It was because I was worried about how it made me feel when I saw her. It made my mouth water and my cock hard. My hands itch to touch her, to pull her in and kiss her. Fuck.
“Yeah.” I clear my throat, tearing my eyes away from her and over to the running water of the pool’s waterfall feature.
It’s dark out, the only lights are from the pool. I’ve spent the past two hours with a screaming baby.
Benny managed to keep his cool until we got home, but then it was nothing but crying and painful gas. It killed me that he was in pain. But I did what Laney did, and I think it helped a lot.
“Has he been eating anything new?” Laney asks. “Sometimes a change in diet can cause gas; the digestive system is not used to it yet.”
Frowning, I grab my phone and pull up the app the daycare uses to keep track of everything that happens while Benny is there.
“Yeah,” I say with a groan. “Broccoli.”
“That would do it.” She laughs.
“I should have known.”
“You’re doing a good job, Logan.” The seriousness on her face has my heart skipping. Why does it feel so damn good to hear her say those words?
“Sure doesn’t feel like it,” I mutter.
“Stop being so hard on yourself. No one is born knowing how to take care of a child. It’s a learn-as-you-go thing.”
“How do you know so much about this stuff?” I ask her.
She shrugs. “I've always loved kids, loved babies. I started babysitting at thirteen. Did more research than what the babysitting course taught so that I was as prepared as I could be. When I was younger, I wanted to work in a daycare or a preschool. Babysitting was the closest I could get.”
“And you don’t want to do that now?”
She laughs. “God, no. Don’t get me wrong, I love kids, and watching them every now and again is fine. But doing it every day? No.” She shakes her head. “Only if it was my own. Or someone I really enjoyed being around. Like Benny.” She winks.
And there goes my damn heart again doing that weird shit.
Sighing, I lean back in the chair. “Kids are a lot of work,” I muse.
“But totally worth it.”
I look over at her and smile. “One hundred percent.”