Page 108 of Baby Daddy
Brock took another chug of his beer and then looked me in the eye. “Drake came by.”
My heart stuttered; my voice stammered. “H-he did?”
“Yeah. This morning.”
My chest tightened with emotion. “What did he want?”
“What do you think? He wasn’t paying me a visit. He wanted to see you.”
Silence.
“Your sister told him you never want to see him again.”
Tears pricked the back of my eyes. “That’s a fact,” I snapped, hoping my bravado would serve as dam and hold them back. “I hope you didn’t tell him where we’re moving to.”
“Lulu swore me to secrecy. I’m a lawyer. I respect secrets.”
“Thank you,” I said, my voice softening to almost a whisper. I took another sip of the wine to moisten my dry mouth and to soothe my pain.
“Drake looked like shit.”
My brows lifted and my heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean? Is he okay?” Fuck me for caring.
“Not really. He’s been sick as a dog. Bronchitis.”
A pathetic “oh” fell from my lips. It actually pained me to say the one little word when what I wanted was to call him. Find out how he was. See what he needed. Ask what I could do to make him feel better. Desperation coiled in the pit of my stomach. The need to be with him pounded through my veins.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I muttered.
“I’ll let him know.” Brock’s voice dripped with sarcasm.
I chewed my lip and then drank more of my wine.
Setting his beer down on the coffee table, Brock kept his gaze on me. His eyes grew intense, his jaw tightened. I’d never seen him like this. His lawyer face?
He heaved a breath and folded his arms across his tight abs.
“Listen, Dee. I’m going to level with you. Drake is like a brother to me. I’ve known him my whole life. I know him inside and out. And let me tell you, I’ve never seen him like this. He’s a fucking basket case.”
“Bronchitis can wipe you out,” I said defensively and unconvincingly.
“Screw the bronchitis. He’ll get over his fucking cough. But he’s not going to get over you so quickly. Or Tyson.”
My heart hammered in my chest. I was at a loss for words. His eyes not wavering from me, Brock went on.
“Trust me, Drake’s had a lot of women, but I’ve never seen him act this way over anybody. He’s crazy about you and Tyson. And I swear, the guy’s never wanted to settle down and have a family.”
“He’s a player,” I bit out, my defenses in high gear.
“Maybe he was once, but he’s changed. You and your little girl changed him. I’m going to tell you a secret. He’s asked me to help you find a way to get a divorce from your prick of a husband.”
“Why didn’t he tell me himself?” I blurted, not telling Mr. Secret Keeper that I already knew this from my sister. Anger joined my whirling dervish of emotions. “In case he changed his mind?”
“Jesus, Dee. You so fucking underestimate him. You may think he’s an asshole, but you know what, he’s a really good guy. Make that a great guy. The real deal. I swear he’d kill for you and your little girl.”
The intensity of his words got to me. The dam holding back my tears broke loose. They rushed out of my eyes like a raging river.
“But I’m so wrong for him. I’m an embarrassment to his family. I saw the way his father looked at me when Krizia told him about my past.” I brushed away the tears, but they kept spilling down my cheeks.