the window, and he rolled it down, giving her a grin that made her heart race.
"You were fast," she said.
"I was already in Seattle." He smirked at her.
She studied him. "Why?"
"I was just doing some work," he said.
"What kind of work?"
Suddenly, he couldn't meet her eye. "You know, just boring stuff."
"You're really great at giving nonanswers." She crossed her arms.
"I'm great at most things," he said.
"Are you really that conceited, or are you just pulling my leg?" she asked.
"I don't like the word conceited," he said. "I like to say I'm knowledgeable about my strong points."
"Okay, Mr. Hot Shot, name one of your weak points," she said.
"Humility." His grin widened.
Well, he had her there. "I'm going to give you points for irony."
"I'm good at being ironic too," he said.
"I'm never introducing you to Mary Lou," she muttered under her breath.
"Who's Mary Lou?" He straightened up, intrigued.
"You heard that?" What was he, a dog?
"I have—"
"You have good hearing," she interrupted, predicting what he was going to say before he said it.
"See, you're reading my mind again." He winked. "Pretty soon, we're going to be finishing each other's sentences like we've been married for fifty years."
"I doubt that." She grimaced. "Now I'm getting in. I'm starving."
Before he could make another comment, she trotted over to the passenger door and climbed inside. She settled into the seat and smelled leather.
"New car?" She glanced around.
"Had it for about a month," he said. "I think I'm going to trade it in."
She gazed longingly at his sunroof. "Why?"
"I'm going to need something more practical." He put the car in reverse and backed out of the lot.
"Like a pickup truck?"
"Like a van." He glanced pointedly at the back. "I'm going to need room for a car seat and a stroller. I also like the idea of getting one of those cars with a mini-TV built in the back of the headrest. That way, the baby will always be entertained."
The words stunned her. Here she was running around like a chicken with its head, wings, and rear end cut off, and Sebastian was calmly talking about trading his fancy-schmancy car for a van with room for a car seat and a stroller. Sebastian was taking the whole I'm-going-to-be-a-father thing by storm. She, on the other hand, was just counting herself lucky that she'd managed to make it through the day without suffocating on her own vomit. The man was sure making her feel inadequate in the parent department.
"You okay?" Sebastian's grin faded. "You look pale."
She waved away his words. "It's nothing."
"Emmy." He frowned at her.
She stared determinedly out the window. "Really, there's not a problem."
"Tell me what it is." The man nudged her with his elbow.
"No."
He nudged her again. "Tell me."
"Oh, fine." If she didn't tell him, then he'd elbow her until she became blue in the face. "You're handling everything so well, but I feel like I'm lucky that I made it through today without falling down a flight of stairs…or pushing somebody else down them."
"That's why you got all quiet?" he asked.
"Well, this is a big deal." She sniffed. "You're a newbie parent too, but you're already picking out baby-friendly cars. At the rate you're going, I'm surprised you haven't childproofed your apartment."
"I have a guy coming to do that next week," he said.
"Sebastian." She rolled her eyes.
"Okay, okay." He blew out a sigh. "The truth of the matter is, I think this is easier on me than it is on you."
"Easier?" She studied him.
"If you happen to notice, I'm not the one with sore nipples," he said.
The imagery made her cringe. "My nipples aren't sore either."
"Still, you're the one who has to deal with the physical pain and everything else. It's harder," he said. "So can't you just see me as being a supportive dad?"
"A supportive dad who is going to have an awesome van," she said.
"With a mini-TV," he said.
"Yeah." She managed a smile.
Sebastian pulled over to the side of the road in front of a