“And you were married–”
“Once. For three years. We’ve been divorced for two.”
“And no kids?”
“No. Not really.”
Not really? Mindi bit her bottom lip. “Godchildren? Step children? A wonderful uncle?”
“No. See, my ex-wife wanted a child, but I didn’t.”
Mindi’s eyes widened and jaw dropped. Blinking, she peered into his relatively handsome green eyes, waiting for him to continue. After several silent beats, she picked up the lime hanging from the side of her glass and bit into it without taking her eyes off him.
“We had a daughter together,” he finally said, “but I don’t think I should have to pay child support or anything because . . .”
The water in Mindi’s mouth nearly flew across the table.
“. . . I wasn’t the one who wanted her.”
Feeling like the air had been knocked from her lungs, Mindi dug into her tote and rescued her wallet. As she stood and tossed a five on the table, Mr. What’s-His-Name seized her hand.
“Babe, it was what she wanted. She wanted a child and I gave her one. But I shouldn’t have to pay for it for the next fifteen years.”
It! Mindi picked up his cocktail and tossed it in his face. Heels clicking across the wooden floor, her head spun. She pushed on the door’s brass plate and looked at the clear blue sky and mountains in the distance.
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