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the kids to Bouncy Housy.” She knew Bryn couldn’t pass on taking the kids to the indoor arena filled with every inflatable contraption ever made. “You can come, too, if you promise to bounce with me.”
    “You know my weaknesses too well. I’ll check the work schedule and we’ll pick a day that’s good for both of us.”
    “Fantastic. I better go and take a shower. I’m kinda sweaty.”
    “Nice,” Bryn said, her voice smooth, and Mia envisioned her raised eyebrow and sly smile. “Talk to ya later.”
    OLIVER WALKED back into the bar where his car was parked and glanced at his Tag Heuer watch. Barely even ten thirty. In the last two hours, not only had he walked up to a complete stranger and chatted with her, he’d gone to her place, had sex with her, and was back in the bar ordering another glass of cheap scotch. What the fuck was I thinking?
    He’d been thinking she was gorgeous. He’d been thinking she was nice and down to earth. He’d been thinking a night to forget his problems sounded like a fine idea. And forget he did. Not once while he was having mind-blowing sex—something he certainly hadn’t had in a long time—had he thought of his stressful job or controlling father. Or the rest of his problems, either. For a mere hour he was just Oliver, having fun with a beautiful woman.
    She hadn’t planned on having any fun—it had been all business at first. But he’d managed to give her some pleasure at the end. Why had she been so hesitant to let go and enjoy what they were doing? She’d definitely been testing him for something. Some kind of job interview? None of it made sense. What did amazing sex have to do with a modeling job?
    Whatever it was, if it meant seeing Mia again, he sure as hell wanted that job.
    The bartender set the drink in front of him and he tossed back half of it.
    Four more guys to interview. That’s what she’d said. She had to have sex with four more guys before choosing a model. Oliver’s stomach turned. He barely knew Mia, but he was jealous. He hated the thought of her being with four more men. He had to convince her he was the one for her—for the job. Yeah, the job.
    MIA’S DAY off, and instead of spending it lounging and watching bad daytime TV like she wanted, her sister, Riley, had convinced her to walk the mall.
    “Oh, I need to go in here,” Riley said and steered the stroller toward another baby boutique.
    Eight months into pregnancy number two, a boy this time, she needed a completely new baby wardrobe, and no level of swollen ankles was going to stop her. Mia was just along for the ride.
    “Where should we eat lunch?” Riley asked as she walked the shop, her eighteen-month-old daughter in the stroller nibbling on freeze-dried yogurt drops.
    “I don’t care.”
    Riley continued browsing the insanely priced merchandise and squealed, holding up a tiny plaid newsboy cap. “This is cute, right? Should I get it?”
    “Does a baby really need a hat like that?”
    “Of course he does. He’s gonna be the best-dressed little boy ever.”
    Mia took the hat and turned over the price tag. “Forty dollars? That’s ridiculous for something he’ll maybe wear once for two minutes while you snap a photo.”
    Riley rolled her eyes and snatched it back. “I like it and I’m getting it. And the matching shorts.”
    Geez. This kid’s outfits were costing three times what Mia’s did. And she wore hers for years, not weeks. She shook off her sister’s extravagance. “So how are you feeling?”
    “Good, for the most part. Gianna is in a phase right now and loves to run around the house naked. So all I do is chase her and dress her. And not even two minutes later, she’s naked again. It’s tiring. And I have no help, with Nico always working. I’m practically a single mother. And my housekeeper won’t help. She says she only cleans. Maybe I should hire a nanny.”
    More eye rolling—Mia’s this time—but she had to turn away and fake infatuation with a