Page 16 of The Best Bad Decision

“You’re good.” Smiling, I nodded approvingly. “Almost ex, except she’s dragging out the divorce, and you managed to make it sound like it’s Atlee’s baby. Impressive. But no.”

And they went back to blinking.

Not impressive.

Valerie was processing faster and frowned. “Being a father is more than just genetics. He’s going to be amazing with the baby.”

Okay, I’d give her part of that.

“You need his consent to make that one work, sweetie.” Looking between the two crazy women, I waited expectantly. “I’m not entertaining the current brand of nonsense. Anything else?”

I was really glad Atlee had said I didn’t have be polite to their insanity.

“You know this isn’t what’s best for the baby.” Shifting her frown to look slightly concerned and confused, she shook her head. “You can’t be this selfish with taking a man from his family.”

That might’ve worked if I hadn’t gotten a front row seat to her bad decisions.

“Have you been craving pizza lately, Valerie?” As she sucked in a breath, I smiled. “Cravings must be hard, especially when you know you shouldn’t want them.”

Ha.

Her eyes went wide as her ex-mother-in-law actually seemed to look confused.

Had she not heard that story?

I managed to look much sweeter than Valerie ever could as I focused on Atlee’s mother. “Be careful if you have any teenage nephews. You never know what predators could be lurking around.”

Bitch.

Valerie recovered fairly quickly, letting out a slightly ragged breath and giving crazy number two a sad expression. “You don’t know what I had to deal with here…and now this…it’s…”

Atlee’s mother was a moron.

She reached out and wrapped one arm around Valerie’s shoulder, thankfully steering her off my porch. “We can’t help people who make these kinds of decisions, dear. Come on. Think happy thoughts. We’ve got cake to pick out.”

For fuck’s sake.

Cake?

Still?

I rolled my eyes as they walked down to where they were parked in front of the house and couldn’t resist calling out as I leaned against the doorframe. “Just a little thought…it might be easier to talk him into the second wedding if you stopped picking out dessert he hates and food he’s allergic to.”

Some people just weren’t that bright.

They both looked back at me and frowned.

God.

Did they not remember those little issues or did they just not care?

Was it one of those only the woman counts at the wedding kind of nonsense?

How had Atlee ended up with these two morons in his life?

Someone had clearly cursed the poor man at birth because this much bad luck with women couldn’t be accidental.

Oops.