“Well, I was drawn in the moment I saw your mama,” I tell the baby, though I keep my eyes on her. She sucks in her lower lip as I continue. “She was wearing tiny little jean shorts and a tight top, so it was hard not to notice her. Then once I heard her speak and put me in my place, I knew I had to have her.”
She chuckles, licking her lips. “You and I seem to remember the story differently.”
“What?” I shriek, pretending to be offended.
“You were hitting on me with the cheesiest pickup line in the book. Then when that didn’t work, you threw your friend into the water as a stunt to get my attention.”
I know she’s teasing, but I narrow my eyes at her anyway. “Don’t believe her, son. The only reason she was on the beach that morning was because she was looking for me.”
“Oh my God.” She bu
