My brother's best friend

Chapter Thirty

It's been three weeks since Daniel left. I had to deal with Aiden all on my own. Of course, everyone helped, but I was still alone. Taylor moved into my room last week to help me. Just thinking about it makes me angry. Daniel should be here getting up in the middle of the night when Aiden cries. He should be here with his son.

Taylor brought over Amanda this morning and forced me to get dressed. Amanda is currently spending time with her grandson while I am seated at a coffee shop. Taylor left me here when I complained about my feet hurting.

"Hello," I almost jump at the voice talking behind me. I see a cup of coffee being placed in front of me. Then a guy comes to sit down across from me. He sends me a dashing smile, "I saw you sitting here, alone, and I thought you'd like a coffee?" I smile, "I was just thinking." His smile widens, "You should always think with a cup of coffee." He winks at me and I chuckle.

"How do I know you aren't going to poison me and then kidnap me?" I ask. He chuckles, "I guess you'll just have to trust me." I raise a brow at him, "I'm not in the habit of trusting men at this moment." He tilts his head to the side, a slight frown on his face, "I definitely have to change that." He holds out his hand, "Lucas Garcia." I shake his hand, "Lindsey Moore." He smiles widely at me, "Beautiful name." I blush slightly, "Thank you." He shrugs, "It's the truth."

"How about this, I'll give you my number. You can decide if you want to call me, you know when you're ready. And if I never hear from you again, you'll just be the one that got away." He pulls out a pen and scribbles on my napkin. He pushes it over to me, "There, you make the move." I smile, "I might not ever call you." He shrugs, "Like I said, the one that got away."

I see Taylor approaching and start to get to my feet, "Thanks for the coffee." I take a sip of the coffee. I grab the napkin and hurry over to Taylor. I really don't need her butting in.

"Who's the hotty?" She asks looking at Lucas. "No one. Come on let's leave." I push her in the direction of the exit. "I hope you got his number." She chimes, walking to the car. At first, I didn't respond. "It'll be good for you. To get over my brother? The best way to move on is to date again." I roll my eyes, "We never dated." She glares at me, "No you two just decided to skip that part and jump in the sack."

Her words are like glass slicing at my heart and I look away for a moment. I hold up the napkin, not looking at her. "I'll call him tomorrow." She grabs the napkin. "No, you're calling him now." She grabs my phone from my purse and dials the number. "It's ringing." She whispers.

"Hello?" I hear Lucas ask on the other end of the line. Taylor shoves the phone against my ear. "Hello?" He asks again. "Hi, Lucas, it's me, Lindsey." "That didn't take long." I can hear the smile in his voice. "Yeah, well, no time better than the present." I send Taylor a glare. "So, I'll pick you up at seven?" I bite my lip. I look at Taylor for a moment. "Sure, that sounds fine." "Great." "I'll send you the address."

I hang up and glare at my friend, "I hate you." She smiles, "You're welcome." I sit back in my seat, "You'll be watching Aiden tonight." "No, tonight was my night off." I shrug, "You made me call him." She pouts all the way home, complaining about watching over Aiden.

The doorbell rings and I hurry to the door; I still have to do my hair. Taylor was supposed to come and help me but she's late. I pull the door open, "Thank goodness you're here, I need your help and-" I stop talking when I see Daniel standing in the door. His eyes flash over the black body-con lace dress I have on. "Where are you going?" He asks just as I ask, "What are you doing here?" He smiles, "I came for a visit. I was going to come in two weeks but I missed Aiden, so I came up." I step aside and let him in.

"Who were you expecting?" He asks, setting down his overnight bag. "Your sister. She's supposed to watch Aiden tonight." "Going on a date then?" He asks, and if I'm not mistaken I hear a slight bitterness in his voice. "Yeah, well, she made me." I pull my hair up into a ponytail.