“Lucas will stay with my parents until Ash and I get settled,” Carmen explained.
“You mean until you convince your boytoy that he wants to be the father of a teenager?”
“He’ll get used to the idea. He likes kids.”
“Thought of everything, haven’t you?” Mike mumbled. What had he missed? Was she that unhappy? Unhappy at all? Was that Little s**t standing out there in his front yard a thing, or was he just a convenient exit? Had he himself been anything more than a convenient exit? s**t.
“No. I just don’t want to drag this out any longer than we have to. Do you want me to look after the paperwork or will you?”
“So that’s it, then? Sign, stamp, and file. Done?”
“Never mind, Mike. I’ll call Dad and have him get things going. Excuse me,” she brushed by him, the smell of another man’s cologn
