Page 102 of Baby Daddy
She scoffed at me. “Jesus, Drake, what part of she never wants to see you again don’t you get?”
Her words sliced through me. Before I could respond, a familiar voice sounded in my ears.
“Hey, babe, what’s going on?”
Brock. Freshly showered. Wearing just a towel around his waist.
“Hey, man.” Awkwardness colored his voice as he adjusted the towel.
“Hey.”
“You missed the hockey game last night. Where were you?”
“Sorry. I was sick.” I coughed. “Bronchitis.”
“We lost without you.” He wrapped an arm around Lulu, igniting an emotion I’d never felt before. Envy. “Call me later. I may have big news.”
“Sure,” I mumbled as Lulu slammed the door shut in my face.