“Huh. So you have a kid?” I asked. He looked at his watch again. “I do. Chloe.” “How old?” “One week.” “Oh,” I said, pulling my face back in surprise. “She’s little.” He wasn’t wearing a wedding ring—not that that meant anything. He could have a kid without being married. “So you have a girlfriend?” I asked. He shook his head. “I wouldn’t have taken this wager if I did.” “Well, you’re not actually taking me home,” I pointed out. “But I’m pretending to. I wouldn’t disrespect my theoretical girlfriend.” He grinned. I had to stifle a smile. “So you’re not with your baby’s mother?” He looked
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