Baby Love (Baby #2)(58)

I raised my head to look up at her where she was standing next to the breakfast bar. I saw her mouth twitch as if she was finding humor in what I had just admitted to her.

"I think I will have that cup of coffee," she stated. "Are those blueberry muffins?"

"Gina? Did you hear what I said?"

"I'm sorry Ty," she said, starting to giggle loudly. "You actually are beating yourself up because you fantasized in the sack? What? You don't think millions of people do that every night? What about Mrs. Martello at the fruit stand near our club? You've met her right?"

I nodded wondering what the hell Mrs. Martello had to do with my infidelity.

"Okay and you've seen Mr. Martello on occasion too, the guy wearing a gravy-stained, yellowed with age tee shirt that doesn't cover his big hairy belly?"

I nodded still wondering about how this applied to my circumstance.

"Mrs. Martello told me that she and her old man have sex every night of the week. You know why?"

I shook my head indicating that I was clueless.

"She told me the secret of their great sex life is that for the past twenty years she has pictured him as Sinatra when they are in bed. I swear to God that's the truth."

"But Gina that's different."

"How so?" she asked, picking at a blueberry muffin.

"Well for one thing, Sinatra is dead. Plus it's okay I guess to fantasize that you're with a rock star or some famous sports figure or celebrity."

"Damn straight," she replied. "I used to fantasize that Ian was freaking Johnny Depp - no harm no foul. So what's your point?"

"I fantasized that Trey was his brother, Tristan."

"Holy shit," she said, sitting down. That is a bit more complicated I guess."

"You think?"

"Well be honest Ty; do you think that you have an actual crush on Tristan?"

"No - I mean I like him a lot as my brother-in-law. I think it's sort of because he looks a lot like Trey but yet he's a little older and more mature; plus he is definitely more laid back than Trey. He never would have acted like Trey did when I brought up the idea of investing in the club."

Gina's raised her eyebrows at that. Shit! I hadn't meant to divulge the specifics of our argument.

"So - you basically got pissed because the Hot Nazi trashed the idea you had about buying Ian's share of the club?"

"I'm sorry Gina; I really didn't mean to share all of that with you."

"No - no, it's all good girlfriend," she said pouring coffee into a mug and taking her place again at the bar.

"So tell me, how hot was the fantasy sex with Tristan?"

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Gina had discussed my offer to invest my money with Jesse, her attorney. I specifically instructed her not to divulge my name. He was a junior associate located on the floor below Trey's but I didn't want to take any chances on having Trey find out yet. Jesse was to make an offer to buy out Ian's portion to his attorney so at this point there was nothing left to do but wait.

"Won't it be great to be partners, Ty?"

Gina was excited at the prospect; I was too for that matter it was just letting Trey know what I had done if the offer was accepted. I guess I would cross that bridge when I came to it.

As it turned out, Trey's phone conversation from the night before had been with Tristan. He was going to be in Atlanta this coming weekend with Libby and wanted all of us to get together. Trey had shared that with me when he called from his office at lunch time. I dreaded having to deal with that bitch again.

He was acting as if everything was back to normal. I still was carrying guilt about my fantasy but Gina had told me over and over it was perfectly normal. She told me under no uncertain terms should I 'confess' it to Trey.

I had made Trey's favorite dinner tonight: pot roast with carrots, potatoes and gravy; I had followed his mother's recipe and baked him a chocolate pie. I set the dining room table very formally with good china and cloth napkins. I opened a bottle of red merlot to breathe.

I dressed Preston in one of her wool plaid jumpers with a long sleeved shirt underneath. I put winter tights on her and a pair of patent leather dress shoes. She looked adorable. I moved her high chair into the dining room.

Trey came in around 6:30 and immediately knew something was up.

"Shit - we aren't having company tonight are we?"

"No silly," I said, helping him off with his trench coat. "I just wanted us to have a nice romantic dinner that's all."

He cocked an eyebrow looking around the room and then back to me.

"Where's the baby?"

"She's in her playpen right over there Trey. Why don't you go in and spend a few minutes with her while I get dinner on the table okay?"

I went back to the kitchen and finished pureeing some of the baked yams I had made for Preston. I poured Trey and I a glass of wine and set it at our place settings. I finished putting the food on the table and filled our crystal tumblers with ice water. Everything looked delicious.

"Dinner is ready Trey. Would you put Preston in her high chair?"

Trey was impressed with dinner. He complimented me over and over again about how great everything tasted. He said my chocolate pie was every bit as good as his mothers. I felt better about last night seeing how happy I had made him this evening.