“What is your deal?” She swerves to stay on the sidewalk as I nudge her forward with the infant carrier. “I had one request—don’t be creepy.” “I wasn’t being creepy. Dude! She brought it up like she’s open to the idea. What if she knew?” “Shh!” I jerk my head toward her door. “Get in.” I latch the infant carrier and hop into the driver’s seat before Swayze decides to run back inside yelling, “It’s me! Your baby girl.”
