Wrong (Cafe, #1)

by Jana Aston

There are about twenty definitions to the word okay when speaking to a woman.

I pull the drawer open farther and teeny-tiny turkeys peer up at me. Thanksgiving was two months ago. He’s been collecting a stash of adorable baby socks for at least two months. The kind of socks I’d wear in miniature form. There’s a pink pair, covered in red hearts. Another pair covered in little peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. The tiny red and white striped elf socks still in my hands. That hot son of a bitch wants me to have his baby.