Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(53)

“That’s it. Elise, switch seats with me. I’m going to give this no-good cousin of mine a full-blown punishment.”

“Elise, help me.” Max hugged himself closer to Elise.

“You know, what Max said is also true. I think he has a point,” Whitney said after pondering his suggestion.

“Whitney, how could you agree with him? You never agree on anything he says.” Clarice glared at her friend like she’d just grown a pair of devil’s horns.

Whitney and Max hardly got along, but now it looked like the ray of friendship was shining upon them.

“That’s because I didn’t want to admit he’s smart. This time, he really is smart,” Whitney said.

“Whitney. I love you. I am now officially your friend. Give me a hug.” Max got up from his seat and went to hug Whitney from behind.

“All right, enough now, little puppy. Let’s get back to business.” Whitney patted Max on the hand that he’d wound around her neck. “Now, be a good boy and go back to your seat,” she instructed.

Once Max went back to his seat as Whitney had ordered, she turned to Clarice. “You should listen to Max’s advice.”

“No, no. I’ve never done it before.” Clarice shook her head, not wanting to acknowledge the truth.

“If you want his sperm that much, then you’ll have to do it. I’ll help you,” Max added.

“No!” Clarice said. “I want a baby, but that doesn’t mean I have to beg someone to sleep with me. I still have my dignity, you know.”

“Fine,” Max grumbled as he slid back into his chair.

Meanwhile, Whitney and Elise watched their friend’s sad face and wondered what they could do to help with her dilemma.





CHAPTER 12





“Yahooo!” Max shouted out to the pristine lake below, standing on the balcony, his arms wide apart like he was Moses parting the Red Sea. The wind blew cold upon his face, messing up his already brown mop of hair. “I am here, Queenstown. Wait for me. I’m coming for you tonight.”

“Max, shut up, will you?” Clarice hushed him while unpacking their luggage.

Clarice couldn’t help being upset. That talk she had with her friends and Max the other day was still rolling around in her head. She really wanted Anton’s sperm, but there was no way in heaven she was going to sleep with him. She guessed her next best bet would be to go back to the fertility clinic and apply for that sperm donor again.

“Hmm,” she sighed in sadness.

“Why are you so down, cuz?” Max asked, coming back from the balcony. “We’re in Queenstown. The air is fresh, the lake is as clear as the sky above, and we are breathing. We are alive. I am alive, Queenstown. Can you hear me? I am alive,” Max shouted again.

Somewhere down below their eleventh-floor hotel suite, they could hear a distinct shout of, “Yeah, we can hear you. Now shut up!”

“See, even the people downstairs are annoyed with your hyperactive mood.”

“So what? They just don’t know how to have fun.”

“Yeah right.” Clarice eyed her cousin, who didn’t seem to be affected by anything. Sometimes she just wished she could be more like him. She shook her head to dispel this dreary dilemma of hers and continued to unpack her bag in silence instead.

“Cuz, don’t say you’re still upset about that talk we had the other night.”

“I’m fine,” Clarice said to reassure him. She really didn’t want to think about that subject just now. They were here in Queenstown for her talk at the Dental Hygiene Conference and for a well-deserved break, so no talking about unhappy issues.