wanted a child? Then you get pregnant. If he has a good job and the courts can't find a reason to deny it, he could walk away with joint custody. Your baby could spend two weeks out of the month away from you.”
“That isn't going to happen.”
“The outcome could be worse than that.” He paused. “What if the father wants full custody? You could be the visiting parent.”
“Too bad I don't have enough money to take a cruise or go to the Caribbean and pick me up a hot island lover.”
He leaned back and shrugged. “You don't want to go to a sperm bank.” Johnny smiled at someone over her shoulder. She turned to see a tall, blonde classmate waving, wearing a brilliant, white smile for Johnny. Krissy arched a brow.
“Who's that?”
“Just a girl from class.” He focused on Krissy again. “The Caribbean, huh?”
“Why the smile? Do you like her?”
“I'm just being friendly. She smiled first.”
Krissy snorted. “She's cute, but you could do better.”
“Where's that coming from? I'm not interested in a girlfriend. And at the moment, my focus seems to be on your sex life. Mine will have to wait.”
She didn't want to think about Johnny having sex with anyone else. Sure, she knew he did the deed. He probably did it well. Johnny was too considerate to be a selfish lover.
Krissy grabbed her coffee and took a drink, allowing the scalding brew to distract her. “So I'll see you at six for enchiladas?”
“I'll be there.”
Johnny stopped by Drew's after he left Krissy. His head wasn't in his studies, and Drew's condo usually offered a nice reprieve from a grinding day.
Drew, unconcerned about the future, spent his money as fast as he made it. Plasma television, imported beer, mood lighting. Yep, Drew lived in a perfect bachelor pad. Johnny reaped the benefits.
Johnny knocked.
“Come in, Jess. The door's open,” Drew hollered.
“Jess as in a guy or Jessica as in a date, because I don't want to intrude.” Johnny stepped through the door.
“What's up?” Drew asked, coming into the front room.
“I won't stick around.”
“You should. I bought a hot tub today. The sales girl is coming over for dinner. She's bringing a friend.” Nice shirt, gel in the hair, it didn't take an Einstein to realize Drew intended to get laid.
“So you bought a hot tub?” Johnny walked into the kitchen and glanced out the patio doors.
“It'll be delivered tomorrow.” Drew took two beers from the fridge.
Johnny shook his head. “I'm going to Krissy's for dinner.”
“Then I take it you won't be staying.” He leaned back against the counter. “I know we all give you and Krissy shit, but why don't you explore if there's more than friendship between you.”
Johnny chuckled. “Well, for one she's trying to get knocked up.”
“You've been hot for her since high school. You should make a move before she finds someone else. Maybe she's waiting for you.”
Johnny arched a brow. “Since when does Krissy wait? And what about you?” he asked. “Do you ever think about getting serious?”
“Most girls don't want their boyfriend to date.” Drew shrugged with a big smile on his face. “I think about it and know I'm not ready. I figure I have until thirty- five. I don't want to be an old man having kids.”
Johnny nodded, understanding exactly how Drew felt. “I want kids, but I have to finish school. I don't want to struggle. Get a good job, have a few years of fun in the fast lane and then settle down with a family.”
“Sounds good to me. Wish I had the motivation. I want instant gratification. School's important, but I want to play now. No doubt that I'll regret dropping out, but I'm getting prime pussy and making bank.” He tipped his beer to Johnny. “I'm an asshole. I'll grow up later.”
“Yeah, well your prime pussy is on her way over, so I will see you on the flip side.”
“Later, give Krissy a kiss.”
Drew followed him to the door. As Johnny walked to his truck, Drew hollered, “A