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contacts and pounded out a message, demanding to know where she was.
    “Don’t be an asshole,” Gavin warned.
    “Censoring my messages?”
    “Trying to keep you from losing a good thing.”
    Alec erased the
where the fuck are you
message and typed in
I need to see you
. He showed it to Gavin - not that he needed approval but simply to prove he wasn’t a complete asshole - and hit send after his friend gave a quick nod.
    He had to set the phone on the bar because if he continued to hold it, he was bound to unleash his inner Hulk on it before long. Three innings later, the Sox walked away with a loss and Alec left the bar still not hearing from Jenna.
    “Maybe she’s waiting at your place.” Gavin patted him on the shoulder but the gesture offered no reassurance. Jenna knew he didn’t like surprises, but hope still bubbled in his chest that Gavin was right.

Chapter 3

     
    “I need a good stiff drink,” Carly sighed as she sipped her ice water with lemon. “And I really need a big, stiff man, too. I haven’t had sex since I found out I was pregnant.”
    “I hear ya. I’ve got cobwebs down there,” Elisa added.
    Then they both looked at Jenna. What could she say? Elisa already knew she had a “mystery man” and even though Jenna was hoping to come out with Alec soon, today was not the day.
    Jenna was aware of the side glances from the older women at the next table over. She didn’t like to air her dirty laundry in public, or in private, but she was in a good mood despite spending the night away from Alec and didn’t care if the ladies overheard. “I don’t have cobwebs, but I’m always ready for a stiff one,” she joked, holding up her lemonade to air toast her friends while hoping there wouldn’t be any further inquiries.
    “You suck. You have a great job. You’re obviously getting laid regularly. Your mother lives in a different state. I hate my life.” Carly banged her head on the table a couple times, drawing more curious glances from the women who now seemed to be eavesdropping. “Ow. Except Abigail. I love her so much.”
    “Then maybe you shouldn’t give yourself a concussion,” Jenna suggested.
    “And you always have such great advice. I want to be you when I grow up,” Carly crooned.
    Elisa dug in to the chips the server had brought over. It was obvious by the way she’d pushed them across the table that she was trying to avoid eating them, but willpower wasn’t one of Elisa’s strengths. “What’s going on? Is Kurt making things difficult for you?”
    “Kurt, no, he’s fine. He set up direct deposit, so I get his child support payments every week and we don’t have to speak at all. That’s good. It keeps me from wanting to castrate him.” He’d accused Carly of cheating when she got pregnant because he had gone behind her back and had a vasectomy. It apparently didn’t take because the paternity test proved him to be Abigail’s father.
    “Then what’s up?” Jenna prodded, following Elisa’s lead and drowning a chip in the salsa. It wasn’t like Carly to complain. Well, at least not this much.
    “HR is sucking the life out of me. People are assholes. My mother is too controlling, trying to tell me how to take care of my daughter. Mine.” Carly pounded her index finger to her sternum to emphasize the point. “My sisters are never around, so all that help I thought I was going to have is non-existent. I wish I’d never quit my job here. At least I’d be close to my friends.”
    “And we’d get to see Abby-G more often.” Elisa was completely smitten with the little girl. Though Jenna wasn’t interested in children of her own, she wouldn’t mind seeing Abigail more often. She was precious.
    “If there was an open position, would you consider applying for it?” Jenna asked.
    That perked Carly up. “At Logicesse or as a PM?”
    “Both,” Jenna said through a smile.
    Elisa slammed her hand down on the table. “Who’s leaving? What do you know? Come on,