me, “Say something.”
“Like what?”
“How about I’m sorry, or what a bummer, or…”
“Or what?”
“Or it doesn’t make a difference to me, I support adoption.”
The truth was, I DID support adoption, and ordinarily, I would have been perfectly fine with having a girlfriend who couldn’t have kids, not only because settling down and having kids was eons away for me anyhow, but because I didn’t see the difference between a biological child and an adopted one. Either way, if a dude was a dad, he was a dad. Frankly, it didn’t seem to matter to me where the kid came from. But now, under pressure and time constraints from my dear, sweet mother, who was on course to drive me to insanity, I wasn’t sure if I was cool with the fact that Courtney couldn’t give me what I now needed a.s.a.p.
I didn’t want to upset this girl, who made me want to do cartwheels around the restaurant, so I answered, “Look, I have a lot going on right now, and I don’t really want to talk about it. But, yes, that’s true. It doesn’t make a difference to me and I DO support adoption.”
With tears in her eyes, she replied, “Thanks.”
“And Courtney…”
“Yeah?”
“I AM sorry you can’t have kids. It must be hard.”
She gave me a really sweet smile, and at that moment I realized I had a huge dilemma, and that it all came down to one question. What was more important to me, money or love?
Chapter 12
Rockit has two eating areas, one upstairs and one downstairs. Drew and I were eating downstairs. I was enjoying my fried tilapia sandwich and he was eating a Kobe beef burger. I had no idea at the time that my brother and Courtney were right upstairs.
My date with the prospective father of my child was going pretty well, which wasn’t surprising. There had been chemistry between Drew and me for years, so the odds that it would sustain itself in a bar/restaurant atmosphere were pretty good. That being said, I was nervous because the stakes were high. This date had to turn out fabulously. We had to hit it off, or at least he had to think we were hitting it off if I was going to seduce him and eventually have his baby.
Drew and I had ended up talking for over an hour the night I ran into him at Topo Gigio . In fact, the way we were flirting with each other, it would have been easy for me to take him home and sleep with him that night. I didn’t want to do that, though, because I realized that getting pregnant took more than a one-night stand, unless of course, I was on Days of Our Lives .
I couldn’t take a chance that Drew would think I was easy, possibly causing him to lose interest. That’s why I knew I’d have to go the whole nine yards and feign a romantic relationship with him. So after a couple drinks that night, I told him I was tired. While kissing him good night on the cheek, I whispered in his ear, “I’d really like to see you again, and not just in the office.” I actually felt like I deserved an Academy award for my genius seduction technique.
The next day at work, however, I was shocked. Drew didn’t talk to me all day. No visits to my office, no following me around, not even in the minutes just before the lottery drawing when Drew was doing a white balance of me, did he mention anything about the night before.
It wasn’t until late in the day that I heard from him. I was in my office checking my e-mail and scrolling down the list of new e-mails, past the daily rejection letters from agents and producers and past some junk, when I came upon one from: [email protected] . My heart skipped a beat. In all the years we’d worked together, Drew had never e-mailed me. There had never been a reason. Now, apparently, there was.
I clicked on it. It read, “I’d really like to see you again too, and not just in the office.” And that is how Drew Conrad, a guy I swore I’d never go out with, ended up seated across from me at trendy Rockit .
“So tell me about Max,” Drew
“Like what?”
“How about I’m sorry, or what a bummer, or…”
“Or what?”
“Or it doesn’t make a difference to me, I support adoption.”
The truth was, I DID support adoption, and ordinarily, I would have been perfectly fine with having a girlfriend who couldn’t have kids, not only because settling down and having kids was eons away for me anyhow, but because I didn’t see the difference between a biological child and an adopted one. Either way, if a dude was a dad, he was a dad. Frankly, it didn’t seem to matter to me where the kid came from. But now, under pressure and time constraints from my dear, sweet mother, who was on course to drive me to insanity, I wasn’t sure if I was cool with the fact that Courtney couldn’t give me what I now needed a.s.a.p.
I didn’t want to upset this girl, who made me want to do cartwheels around the restaurant, so I answered, “Look, I have a lot going on right now, and I don’t really want to talk about it. But, yes, that’s true. It doesn’t make a difference to me and I DO support adoption.”
With tears in her eyes, she replied, “Thanks.”
“And Courtney…”
“Yeah?”
“I AM sorry you can’t have kids. It must be hard.”
She gave me a really sweet smile, and at that moment I realized I had a huge dilemma, and that it all came down to one question. What was more important to me, money or love?
Chapter 12
Rockit has two eating areas, one upstairs and one downstairs. Drew and I were eating downstairs. I was enjoying my fried tilapia sandwich and he was eating a Kobe beef burger. I had no idea at the time that my brother and Courtney were right upstairs.
My date with the prospective father of my child was going pretty well, which wasn’t surprising. There had been chemistry between Drew and me for years, so the odds that it would sustain itself in a bar/restaurant atmosphere were pretty good. That being said, I was nervous because the stakes were high. This date had to turn out fabulously. We had to hit it off, or at least he had to think we were hitting it off if I was going to seduce him and eventually have his baby.
Drew and I had ended up talking for over an hour the night I ran into him at Topo Gigio . In fact, the way we were flirting with each other, it would have been easy for me to take him home and sleep with him that night. I didn’t want to do that, though, because I realized that getting pregnant took more than a one-night stand, unless of course, I was on Days of Our Lives .
I couldn’t take a chance that Drew would think I was easy, possibly causing him to lose interest. That’s why I knew I’d have to go the whole nine yards and feign a romantic relationship with him. So after a couple drinks that night, I told him I was tired. While kissing him good night on the cheek, I whispered in his ear, “I’d really like to see you again, and not just in the office.” I actually felt like I deserved an Academy award for my genius seduction technique.
The next day at work, however, I was shocked. Drew didn’t talk to me all day. No visits to my office, no following me around, not even in the minutes just before the lottery drawing when Drew was doing a white balance of me, did he mention anything about the night before.
It wasn’t until late in the day that I heard from him. I was in my office checking my e-mail and scrolling down the list of new e-mails, past the daily rejection letters from agents and producers and past some junk, when I came upon one from: [email protected] . My heart skipped a beat. In all the years we’d worked together, Drew had never e-mailed me. There had never been a reason. Now, apparently, there was.
I clicked on it. It read, “I’d really like to see you again too, and not just in the office.” And that is how Drew Conrad, a guy I swore I’d never go out with, ended up seated across from me at trendy Rockit .
“So tell me about Max,” Drew
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