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him?”
    “No way, you’re an amazing mom.” I reach over and grab her hand, pulling it into my lap as I drive. “Every parent needs a break every now and then. You can’t feel bad about it. Besides, your mom begged to take Jett so it’s not like you pawned him off so you could party.”
    She laughs. “We’re not really party people, are we?”
    “People go to parties to get wasted and sleep with strangers. So no, we’re way better than party people.”
     
     
    I choose the Mexican restaurant and the way Bay’s face lights up lets me know I’ve chosen the right place. It’s a famous restaurant located on a manmade circular river surrounded by a boardwalk.
    “This place is so beautiful,” Bayleigh says as I pull into a parking spot and cut the engine.
    “I need a margarita,” I say.
    She slaps my arm. “So you chose this place for your own selfish whims and not to surprise me?” Her eyes pierce into mine and then she starts laughing. “Ugh, I can’t stay mad at you.”
    “You’re not mad at me, dork.”
    She rolls her eyes. “I know. But it’s not fair that you can drink and I can’t.”
    I take her face and bring her lips to mine. “Take that up with the government. I don’t make the laws.”
    We get out of the truck and head to the restaurant. I take her hand as we walk. “I still have two years until I can legally drink. This is such crap.”
    “I’ll order two margaritas and slide one over to you.”
    Her eyes go wide. “Oh my god, Jace. You’re not serious?”
    “Why do you say it like that? I really don’t think you’ll get in trouble.”
    “Babe I can’t drink,” she says, sliding her arm around my elbow and holding me close as we reach the host stand. We’re third in line to get a table.
    “Why not?”
    “I’m breastfeeding,” she whispers. Her cheeks go pink.
    “Oh, right.” I feel like a complete idiot but she doesn’t seem to mind.
    We get a table outside and sit right next to the railing that overlooks the water and all of the people walking past. There’s a cool breeze out and it’s the perfect temperature for eating outside. At the far end of the patio a mariachi band plays and Bayleigh’s fingers drum to the beat.
    Our waiter is a polite man in his forties and he seems to understand that we don’t want to chit chat and would rather be alone. The chips are delicious and the queso is even better. It’s as if all of the elements are coming together to give us this wonderful night together.
    “I want, like, one of everything,” Bayleigh says, looking over the menu. “Let’s order one of everything.”
    I wink. “Do it.”
    My phone beeps from inside my jeans pocket. “Shit, babe, I’m sorry,” I say, sliding my hand in my pocket to silence the phone. “I forgot to turn this off.”
    She waves my words away with her hand. “You’re a busy man, I get it.” She gives me a genuine smile. “Answer it, I don’t mind.”
    “Really?” I take out my phone. “I mean, it’s probably nothing, but maybe I should check just in case Park got in a wreck or something.”
    Bayleigh rolls her eyes. “I seriously don’t mind, babe. We’re married now. It’s not like our dates need to be some formal event.”
    She might act like I’m being silly by questioning her intentions, but she doesn’t realize I’ve been walking on eggshells ever since she was so pissed off for seemingly no reason the other day. I love having happy Bayleigh back but now I’m constantly worried that I’ll say something, or do something, and it’ll set her off again and she’ll be crying in the cab of my truck and I won’t know what to do to make it better.
    I glance down at my phone and find a text from a number I don’t know. “Must be a client,” I say as I click on the message.
    A pair of pale boobs with a bikini tan line fill my phone’s screen. My heart runs cold. I scroll down the message to read the text at the bottom.
    There’s plenty more where this came from, boss.