Page 20 of Alfie: Part One
Thanks, but the last part was more of an insult. I’d kill myself. They were so fucking intelligent and creative, but once they’d found their husbands, it was as if someone tapped the off button. Their idea of a packed day was dropping off the kids at school and then getting their nails done.
I didn’t say that, though. I dipped down and kissed her cheek, and then I made my way out of the kitchen.
Tomorrow, I was gonna give Evan a call. Maybe we could meet up next weekend—unless he and his wife were off on another adventure.
Not all multimillionaires were boring, cookie-cutter robots with stuck-up opinions and holier-than-thou attitudes.
Alfie had liked Evan and Malina too.
Alfie, Alfie,fuckingAlfie.
I released a breath and headed into the den, where Dad was watching the news. Ellie and Trip sat on the floor with their iPads.
“Sweethearts, I’m off to dinner. Be good for Grandma and Grandpa, all right?”
“I’ll do my best!” Ellie smirked.
I shook my head in amusement.
“Who are you going to dinner with?” Trip wondered. “Can I come?”
“Oh, I couldn’t put you through that torture, son,” I chuckled, adjusting my cuff links. “It’s a friend of a friend from work.” Sort of. A colleague’s friend’s brother, whom I’d been introduced to at a work event. He’d asked for my “socials,” and I’d felt put on the spot.
Apologies, I’ll be late. There’s been an accident on Broad, and it’s completely backed up.
I sighed and checked the rearview, then peered up ahead to the next turn I could make. Right now, I wasn’t going anywhere. Saturday night and city traffic. Fucking great.
As I waited for Lance’s response, I went to Instagram and checked the alerts from my latest update. Every other week, I dusted off my private account to post photos of Trip and Ellie.Alfie did the same on his weeks, though he posted every now and then when he didn’t have the kids too. Exclusively Philly photos from his daily runs.
After today, I’d say he did more than run.
I still couldn’t believe how defined his abs had become.
And all that ink…
He’d been out-of-this-world gorgeous when he’d been a model, but this was something else. He had an edge to him that’d sharpened to a new point.
He’d commented on the photo I’d posted of Trip and Ellie by the pool.
Wait. That was his profile picture, but he’d changed his username.
@theodwyerdad: they grow up too fast.
O’Dwyer.
I swallowed and clicked on his profile, immediately scanning his name and bio.
Alfie O’Dwyer
Dad of two li’l stars. Philly.
He was changing his name back.
He’d once said he was keeping mine because he wanted to share the same one we’d given the kids. Now, he’d changed his mind. He was leaving Scott behind.
It shouldn’t hurt, but it did.
His account was private too, and I was mildly embarrassed to admit I kept track of his followers. All forty of them. But who could blame me? He never told me anything about who he hung out with, who he knew, and if he’d made new friends.