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“It’s what friends are for. Although we only met a short time ago, I’d like to think we’re becoming that.”

Funny how words so sweet would be somewhat disappointing.

I’d been friend zoned.

Of course, I couldn’t blame him one bit. In fact, at this point, why in the world would I entertain the idea of anything more? It was a complication I definitely didn’t need. At least, that’s what I told myself as we packed up and headed back.

Mark wouldn’t hear of letting me schlep a sleeping Tristan upstairs and took him from me. Considering the kid weighed thirty-two pounds, I was happy to let him. I followed, carrying only the bag and leftover pizza. I fought the emotion of seeing my baby asleep on the strong shoulder of a man who had shown him more attention and kindness in one day than his own father ever had in his young life.

“Should I put him in his crib?” Mark whispered when we went inside.

“Sure. I might be able to get another hour of nap.”

Watching while Mark gently put Tristan down, I had to swallow the lump in my throat at the vision of such tenderness.

We both tiptoed out into the hallway, where Mark awkwardly put his hands in his pockets. “So, thanks for today.”

I smiled. “That’s my line. Um, I’m making a cheesecake tonight. You know, if you’re, like, around later.” Great, I was officially one ‘like’ away from being as stunted as a sixteen-year-old girl.

“I actually have some work to do.”

“Yes, of course. Thanks again for today, though. Maybe we could do it again sometime.” OMG. I couldn’t seem to stop. Suddenly I was in a hurry for him to leave. I wanted to be alone in order to beat my head on something hard. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

“Uh, sure. Okay, then. See you around.”

“Mm-hm. Yep. Sure thing.” I followed him toward the door and leaned against it once it was shut, feeling like an idiot.

Clearly, flirting was a perishable skill, and mine had expired long ago.

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