It was a change to stare into the mirror and be able to say something nice about my body.
Feeling like a million bucks, even though the outfit probably cost less than a hundred, I jogged downstairs, grabbing a breakfast muffin and a banana from the kitchen before heading for my car.
I cranked up some music—some pop by a girl group Caleb hated because all their songs were squeaky and overexcited. I’d always thought they were catchy but had never said anything because of his disdain for them. Now I turned them up as loud as my car speakers would go and cruised to work with a smile.
Caleb’s infidelity should have had me crying into my cereal for a week, and instead, it had given me everything I hadn’t known I’d needed.
I turned into the daycare center’s parking lot, and my smile widened as Vincent pulled in right behind me. I got out and went to his car, tapping on his window when he was still sitting behind the wheel.
He rolled the window down. “Good morning, Bethany-Melissa.”
He was always very formal in the way he spoke. It was different, but I liked the guy. He was the sort of person who’d probably been labeled ‘weird’ as a kid, and I could relate to feeling like you didn’t fit in. “Good morning, Vincent. Can I ask you something?”
He peered up at me, expression serious. “Yes.”
“Can you call me Bliss?”
He blinked. “But your name is Bethany-Melissa.”
“It is, but I don’t think I want to go by that name anymore. And if you ram it all together and drop a few letters, you get Bliss.”
He mulled the name over in his head for a moment.
“Haven’t you got a nickname?” I asked. “Vinnie maybe?”
He grimaced. “I do, but it’s not Vinnie. That’s horrendous.”
I giggled, making a mental note never to call him that since he clearly didn’t like it. “What is it then?”
“Scythe.”
I blinked.
Vincent just watched me.
It took me a moment to recover. In that moment, a kernel of worry opened up inside me. Last week he’d said something odd about his mother killing his dog. Now his nickname was Scythe? “Uh, that’s an interesting one. Why?”
He held up his hand. On the back was a light-brown birthmark in a very distinct scythe shape. Relief crashed over me. The man was a little odd, but he was also cute and incredibly sweet with the kids. I’d clearly been watching too many episodes of Dexter. “Oh wow. That’s uncanny. It could almost be a tattoo, it’s so perfectly shaped.”
Vincent nodded and got out of the car. He slammed the door behind me. “I’ll call you Bliss, but Scythe isn’t a nickname I advertise. I actually despise it.”
I let out a laugh. “Understandable. Don’t worry, I won’t start calling you that. Might freak the kids out. And Josie. Kellan would probably love it though.”
Vincent leaned against his car. “He would.”
A yip from the back seat alerted me to Vincent’s dog’s presence. “How’s Little Dog doing? She seems happy.”
Vincent reached over the seat and retrieved the Jack Russel with the plastered-up leg. “Do you think so? I want her to be. She’s a good dog. Josie said I could set up a bed for her in her office.”
I widened my eyes at him. “Are you serious? She agreed to that?”
“Yes.”
I couldn’t imagine any sort of alternative universe where Josie would agree to such a thing. But she had gotten one glimpse of Vincent’s biceps last week and let out a girly laugh I’d never heard before.
Perhaps all I needed to do to get on her good side was to be a young, handsome guy who clearly worked out. I reached over and patted Little Dog’s soft ears. “Well, the kids are going to love you. And I bet you’ll love them, you sweet girl—”
The screech of tires pulling into the driveway halted our conversation.
“Watch out!” Vincent stepped in front of me quicker than I’d ever seen anyone move, one arm reaching around and holding me to his back, the other clutching Little Dog to his solid chest.
I breathed in deep, trying to calm the adrenaline spike that had come from nearly being run over. I peeped around Vincent’s back, accidentally breathing in the delicious, clean, man scent of him.
Holy Batman, he smelled way too good. Maybe I was still hardwired for sex after the weekend, but being pressed against him wasn’t the worst way to start the day, even if it was because one of the kid’s parents couldn’t drive.