Not Pretending Anymore(27)
“Oh my God. Will, too? You already have that other sexy beast of a man. Now you’re going to go out with Dr. McHottie?”
I chuckled. “I guess so.”
“Are you going to keep both of them?”
“I’m not sure that’s my decision, considering they’re humans, and I don’t own them.”
Daisy rolled her eyes. “Okay, well, if you dump the first guy… Can I have his number?”
I shook my head and walked to the break room door. “Goodbye, Daisy.”
She grumbled under her breath. “Greedy.”
Declan had been up late working on a project for his client. Since we’d been texting less than a half hour ago, I figured he’d still be up.
Molly: I have big news!
The response came almost immediately.
Declan: You stole someone’s Tupperware from the break room at work and got caught. Now I have to come bail you out of jail, don’t I?
Always the wiseass. I chuckled as I typed.
Molly: Nope, bigger! Will asked me out!
The little dots started to jump around, then stopped. Then started again. Then stopped yet again. It was a solid five minutes before I received another message. And this one made it clear we were done chatting for the evening.
Declan: That’s great. I’m glad you got what you wanted. Goodnight, Molly.
It was definitely odd for him to cut off a text exchange like that. For a split second, I wondered if maybe something about that announcement upset him. But that was ludicrous, right? God, it was the freaking middle of the night, and he’d been working late. He was probably tired. That had to have been why he said goodnight so suddenly.
***
The following evening, Declan was at the office, and I was home alone when there was a knock at the door.
A woman in a Yankees cap held a large white box. “Hi. Cake delivery for Scooter?”
I squinted. “Scooter? We don’t have anyone here by the name of Scooter.”
“Well, this is the right address, so I’m gonna leave it here with you.”
“Uh…okay.” I took the cake and shut the door with my foot.
There was a note on the top of the box. I opened it.
Scooter,
Happy Birthday! Wish we could be there with you!
Love,
Your sisters, Samantha, Meagan, Catherine, and Jane
Birthday? It was Declan’s birthday? Furthermore, his sisters called him Scooter?
I took out my phone and immediately texted him.
Molly: How come you didn’t tell me it was your birthday?
Declan: How did you find out?
Molly: Your sisters sent you a cake.
Declan: Uh-oh. What does it have on it?
Molly: I haven’t opened the box. The note is addressed to Scooter!
Declan: Great. Don’t open it yet. I’ll be home in half an hour.
***
When Declan walked in, I greeted him with a glare. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”
He threw his jacket on a chair. “It’s no big deal. It’s just another day. My sisters always make a fuss. If I were home in California, they’d be bombarding my apartment and making a big deal out of nothing. They do it every year.” He undid his tie. “Did you take a peek at the cake?”
“No. You said not to.”
Declan went to the fridge and took out the box. I leaned against the counter, eagerly awaiting my view of the cake. He opened the lid and shook his head before facing the cake toward me.
I covered my mouth in laughter. It featured a photo of the most awkward-looking little boy with crooked teeth and a bowl cut. It vaguely looked like a young Declan. Happy Birthday, Scooter was written on top.
“Oh my goodness! That’s you?”
“They always get a cake made with the worst photos of me. Last year, it was just my fat baby butt. This year, my first-grade class picture takes the cake. Pun intended.”
It was funny to think such a goofy-looking boy had turned into such an Adonis.
“Wow. You look so…different.”
“That’s putting it lightly.”
He opened the drawer and grabbed two forks, handing me one. Declan dug into the center of his face on the cake and took a bite. “At least it’s good,” he said with his mouth full. “Try it.”
“Not as good as your cupcakes, but yeah,” I said after sampling. “So where does the name Scooter come from?”
“I was waiting for you to ask that.” He wiped some frosting off his bottom lip. “Well, you know I’m the youngest and the only boy. I used to follow my sisters around the neighborhood on my scooter, like a little pet. So, all the neighborhood kids would call me Scooter. It stuck, and my sisters started using the nickname, too.”
“It must have been something being the only boy in that house, huh?”
Declan nodded. “They gave me a lot of shit growing up, but I wouldn’t trade it. I think having sisters makes me a better man. I don’t think I could relate to women in the same way if I hadn’t had sisters. I’ve witnessed a lot—their hurt over guys, the challenges they’ve had to face in being seen as equals in things like competitive sports. Even though I’m the little brother, I’m very protective of them.”