The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 465

Mia's POV

I stop walking.

I lean against the hallway wall. Cross my arms. This should be good.

The girl flips her ponytail. I remember doing that move. In high school. A thousand years ago when I thought hair-flipping was subtle.

Kyle says something. I'm too far to hear but I can see his posture. Polite. Reserved. That particular stiffness he gets when someone is invading his personal space and he's trying not to be rude about it.

The girl laughs again. Too loud for whatever he said. Her hand comes up. Touches his arm. Her fingers lingering on his forearm.

I bite my lip to keep from smiling.

He's going to hate this. Kyle hates unsolicited touching. Always has. In college once, a girl grabbed his arm at a party and he literally flinched away like she'd burned him.

Sure enough, Kyle steps back. Just slightly. Enough to dislodge her hand without being obvious about it.

The girl doesn't notice. Or doesn't care. She shifts closer. Closing the distance he just created.

"Single dad? That's like, really attractive."

Oh my god.

I press my hand over my lips. If I laugh right now, Kyle will know I'm standing here watching this.

Kyle's hand goes to the back of his neck. That nervous gesture he does. Rubbing the spot where his hairline meets his collar.

"I appreciate that," he says. His voice is perfectly even. Professionally polite. The same tone he probably uses with telemarketers. "But—"

"I get off in an hour," the girl interrupts. She's leaning on the counter now. Both elbows. Her chin in her hand. Looking up at him through her lashes. "If you wanted to, like, get a drink or something? I know a place."

This is amazing. This is better than TV.

Kyle's jaw tightens. Just slightly. That muscle jumping.

"That's—" He pauses. Choosing words carefully. "That's a kind offer but—"

"I'm really good with kids," she continues. Not taking the hint. "I have three younger brothers. So like, the whole single dad thing doesn't scare me at all. Some girls get weird about kids but I think it's actually really hot when a guy is like, a good father, you know?"

Hot. She said hot.

Kyle's hand moves from his neck to his pocket. Then back to his neck. He's trapped. Can't walk away without his credit card. Can't be rude because that's not who he is. Can't encourage her because—well. Because.

But this is so entertaining.

"Those are actually my—" Kyle starts.

"I noticed them when you came in," she says. "They're so cute. Especially the little one. The girl? She's adorable."

"Madison," Kyle says. His voice has warmed slightly. Can't help it. Someone compliments his kids, he softens. "Her name is Madison."

"Madison," the girl repeats. Trying the name out. "That's pretty. And the boys? What are they, twins?"

"Alexander and Ethan."

"Cute names." She's twirling a strand of hair now. Wrapping it around her finger. "You picked good names."

"Their mother picked them."

The girl's smile falters. Just for a second. "Oh. So you're like—you and their mom—you're co-parenting?"

"Something like that."

"That's mature." The smile is back. Brighter. "A lot of guys can't handle that. The whole amicable split thing. But you seem like you have your shit together."

This girl has confidence. I'll give her that.

Kyle is looking around now. Scanning. I know what he's doing. He's looking for me. Hoping I'll appear and rescue him from this situation.

Not yet. This is too good.

"The thing is—" Kyle tries again.

"I'm Becca, by the way." She extends her hand. Like this is a business meeting. "Becca Morrison."

Kyle shakes her hand. Brief. Professional. Releases it immediately.

"Kyle."

"Kyle." She repeats it. Testing how it sounds in her mouth. "Strong name. Classic."

Oh my god. Is she workshopping his name?

"Listen, Becca—" Kyle's voice has taken on that particular firmness. The one that means he's done being polite and is about to shut this down. "I'm flattered. Really. But I'm actually—"

"Married?" Becca guesses. Glances at his left hand. "You're not wearing a ring."

"No, I'm—"

"Divorced then. That's what you said. Co-parenting." She's nodding. Like she's solving a puzzle. "So you're single. Technically."

"Technically—"

"And I'm single. Very single." She laughs. "So technically we could—"

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