Brent
I tap on the table. The repeated thumping calms my nerves as I stare off into the distance.
The slow music plays.
Rodney sits across from me, playing a game on his phone with the sound up.
Uma, what the hell are you doing in there?
What was I thinking when I asked Uma and Rodney to dinner tonight?
Oh yeah, I remember. I needed a second and third opinion on Vanessa.
She's done an eighty-degree turn on me in the last month.
It was that night in Carpinteria. I'm convinced.
A grin teases my lips.
Oh, what a night.
"So, Uma tells me the contract is for three years," Rodney breaks the silence.
I nod.
"You think it'll take that long for your guys to hit the target," Rodney chuckles and winks at me, "of course, there is the other option."
I sip my vodka on the rocks with lime, enjoying the bitter bite at the end. Then, slowly, I shake my head. "I can get sex anywhere."
Rodney squints. His expression changes to a serious one. "You're serious about having a kid, huh?"