Or maybe she was more annoyed by the content of the message than the delivery, because the brief statement confirmed that he was having a great time on his date with Whitney and wasn’t in any hurry to come home.She was annoyed, too, with her own response.No problem.But what other response could she have given? What could she have said? She didn’t want to admit that she still struggled when she was on her own with Oliver, and she definitely didn’t want to admit—even to herself—that the idea of Ryan with another woman drove her insane.Which was crazy, because she didn’t want him. Or—as he’d pointed out—she did want him, but she didn’t want to want him. And if she hadn’t had enough reasons four years ago, their current situation added another.And her current situation was pacing the floor with an unhappy baby.“You said he was sleeping.”She jolted at the sound of his voice from the doorway. “And you said you were going to be late,” she reminded him, shifting Oliver to her other shoulder.He shrugged.
