The Doctor's Baby(51)
David lifted a brow. “Yes?”
“Mary Karen and Granny are taking the boys to some children’s thing at the Playhouse tomorrow night. I thought I could make dinner for you…if you’re interested, that is. I also have something I want to discuss with you, nothing big so don’t worry.”
“I’m definitely interested,” he said. “I didn’t even know you cooked.”
“I’m no Julia Child.” July favored him with an unexpected grin. “And I know just enough to be dangerous in the kitchen.”
“Are you going to tell me what’s on the menu?” he teased.
“Nope.” A little smile played at the corners of her lips. “I have a couple of specialty dishes I’m considering.”
“I have an idea.” Though David enjoyed spending time with his nephews, what July had in mind sounded more like a romantic evening for two—or three—if you counted Adam. Which meant his home was a much better alternative. “Why don’t I give you a key to my house? You could make dinner for us there.”
“What about Adam?”
“I have a crib for when Logan sleeps over.” David thought for a minute. “Just make sure you bring diapers.”
“Anything else?”
They hadn’t slept together since last week. He wondered if she’d missed the intimacy as much as he had. “I don’t have to go in until the afternoon on Friday so if it works for you, you could sleep over?”
Her cheeks turned a becoming shade of pink. “I’d like that.”
“Pajamas optional,” he added.
July laughed. “I’m not even going to bring them. They’ll only end up on the floor.”
On impulse David leaned over and brushed her lips with his. “Knowing how you make me feel, I have no doubt you’re right.”#p#分页标题#e#
David couldn’t believe what a difference a few minutes could make. All week he’d been dreading Thursday because of the meeting with Gary. Now tomorrow couldn’t get here soon enough.
When July awoke Thursday morning, she realized that with her photography assignment completed, she finally had some time for herself. Determined to look her best for the all-important dinner with David, she made an appointment at a downtown salon to get her hair trimmed. While there she had a manicure and pedicure and got her eyebrows waxed.
She returned home to feed Adam then they both took a two-hour nap. Feeling renewed, refreshed and ready to face whatever the evening might hold, July packed up the baby and headed to the grocery store.
From the comfort of his car seat strategically placed in the shopping cart, Adam stared up at the fluorescent lights while July checked items off her list. She tossed a bag of mixed green lettuce into her grocery cart and was closing in on the garlic cloves and onions when her phone rang.
July recognized the ringtone immediately. She pulled the phone from her bag and slid the phone open. “Hi, A.J.”
“Top of the morn to you, my pretty.”
July pulled her brows together at the greeting. “Are you drunk?”
“Now what would make you think that?” he asked, neither confirming nor denying her suspicions.
“For starters it’s afternoon not morning. And the Irish Wicked Witch of the West greeting is a dead giveaway.”
A.J. laughed uproariously as if she’d said something truly hilarious. “I’m not drunk. I’m just happy.”
July added fresh mushrooms and onion to the cart and tried to figure out what might have precipitated his joyful mood. “Today’s Thursday,” she mused. “That means you’re back in Chicago.”
“Correctamundo,” he said. “Back in the city I love.”
“Now I know you’re drunk.”
“I’m feeling great. Life is good.”
July paused. After a second the puzzle pieces began to slip into place. “It’s Selena. You told her you loved her.”
Something that sounded suspiciously like a giggle burst from his lips. “I did indeed. And she said she loved me back. Can you believe it? She loves me!”
“Of course I can believe it.” Finding his joy contagious, July couldn’t help but let a giggle of her own escape. She hadn’t heard her friend this happy since, well, forever. “I’m proud of you, A.J.”
“I wish I’d done it a long time ago,” he said, suddenly serious.
“You did it now,” July said. “That’s what matters.”
“What about you? How are you and the doctor doing?”
“I’m making him dinner tonight.” July snagged a couple garlic cloves then wheeled the cart down the dairy aisle.