Free Project Daddy by Kate Perry Page A

and thought about that. I wasn’t sure, actually. I didn’t think I was, but then I’d only ever had two sexual encounters. Both in college with the same guy, and both suboptimal. At least I think they were suboptimal—I had no basis for comparison.
    “I’m not sure,” I finally responded. “I suppose there’s always a possibility.”
    His eyes widened more. Even though they weren’t blue, they were a very pretty shade of gray. If he wore the right color shirt, I was sure his eyes would look blue enough for Lydia.
    Yes, I could add him to the list. I dug in my purse for my handheld. “Could I get your name and number?”
    “Sure!”
    I loved his enthusiasm—that was just what we needed. I quickly jotted down all the info he gave me (he was quite thorough, giving me his home, cell, and work numbers in addition to two e-mail addresses), smiled at him genuinely this time, and went in search of the next candidate.
    I bit my lip. A lot of men, but they all looked kind of young. I wondered if that was a bad thing. Probably not, considering sperm was more vital the younger the guy was, right?
    In fact, a younger guy might be just the thing. Variety was the spice of life, and the more choices Lydia had, the better.
    I surveyed the crowd and found the perfect young specimen. He was clean cut, wore glasses (that was surely a sign of intelligence), and was reading the Wall Street Journal. It’d be a match made in heaven.
    I made a beeline for him. He didn’t look up as I approached. Apparently the article he was reading was fascinating, because I stood directly in front of him and he didn’t notice me. Focus—that was a good thing. I took the opportunity to get closer and check out his eye color.
    He glanced up, did a double take, and jumped back with a muffled shriek.
    Hmm. He was a little jumpy. I wasn’t sure Lydia would like that.
    I smiled. “Hi. Are you a student?”
    “Y-yes,” he answered hesitantly.
    He stuttered. Maybe I’d chosen the wrong guy.
    But I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and interrogate—er, interview—him a bit more. “Do you work?”
    “Um, yes. Part time.”
    Industrious. He was looking better by the second. “Have you had any childhood diseases that could impair sperm production?”
    He choked.
    Odd. I frowned at him. He wasn’t chewing anything. Did he choke on saliva? Did I want someone on Lydia’s list who couldn’t handle spit?
    Don’t think so. I smiled at him, said “I think I hear my friend calling me,” and crossed the laundromat to rejoin Luc.
    “What’d you say to that poor guy? He looked like he was going to hurl.”
    “Did you know when frogs vomit, they eject their whole stomach, clean it on the ground, and then swallow it again?”
    Luc grinned. “Charming.”
    “Thanks.”
    “So that guy”—he jerked his chin at the boy I’d just questioned—“wasn’t he a little young?”
    I shrugged. “I thought there might be advantages to younger men.”
    “Right. They might be more malleable. And more horny.”
    “Please.” I held out my hands. “I don’t need details.”
    He laughed. I took a second to bask in the joy of it before I went to check on my laundry.
    Time to throw it in the dryer. I grabbed a basket and began unloading.
    Luc came over to help. “So how many more names do you need on your list?”
    I shrugged, shaking out my sheets. “Five would do it, I think. It’s hard to tell. I’ve got some candidates with great potential, though.”
    “Jesus, Kat—we’ve got to take you clothes shopping.” He held up a pair of ratty bikinis.
    “Hey!” I snatched them and glared at him. “Leave my underwear alone.”
    “Seriously, Kat, we should go shopping.” He wheeled the cart over to the only available dryer. “You need some casual clothes and obviously some lingerie.”
    “Lingerie?” I wrinkled my nose. “What do I need lingerie for?”
    He rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me I need to draw you a picture.”
    I flushed. In