Extensive (A Single Dad Box Set)

by Claire Adams

  The world weighed on my shoulders. I glanced at the rearview mirror and realized Gina was asleep again. I soaked in the silence for a little while until I got to work.

  After Gina had finished her breakfast, she came over to me while I was on a call with a client. I put my finger to my lips to silence her before she started talking.

  Instead of talking, she leaned over and pressed her powdered sugar fingers all over my leg. I rolled my chair back away from her.

  “Go over there,” I muttered to her, then proceeded to attempt to rub off the white sugar from my black pants.

  “I want to sit on your lap,” she said in a loud whisper.

  “Not now,” I hissed.

  She sighed and shuffled over to her table.

  Throughout the whole conversation, I was distracted. I stumbled over the numbers for the client and had to ask him to repeat himself several times. By the time I hung up the phone, I was spent. And it was only eight-thirty.

  Something crashed outside of my door, and both Gina and I looked up. The temp, a young girl in her early twenties, didn’t seem like the sharpest girl when I met her earlier. And I didn’t want to get involved with her destroying Allison’s desk, so I left her to clean up whatever she’d done.

  I flipped through the stack of paperwork in my to-do file and started with the most pressing work first.

  It was only five minutes before Gina was at my desk again.

  “Daddy, look, I drew the beach and all of us on it.”

  “Gina,” I said, without looking at her picture. “You need to go sit down. I’m working.”

  “But look!”

  “Not now,” I said, trying as hard as I could not to lose my temper.

  Gina stood there for a moment before going back to her table.

  And as if she were a goldfish, she returned to my desk every ten to fifteen minutes, wanting to show me something else.

  “Do you want to watch cartoons?” I said to her, seconds before I was about to blow.

  “Come color with me,” she said, ignoring my question.

  “I can’t right now,” I said, standing up. I lifted her from the ground and plopped her onto the couch. I grabbed my tablet and found one of her princess shows on Netflix. “Stay here and watch. I need to work.”

  “I’m hungry,” she said.

  I ground my teeth together and checked my watch. I had blinked a few times before I registered it was almost noon.

  “I’ll order some food.”

  “Chicken nuggets, please!” she exclaimed with a big smile on her face.

  “Okay,” I said. I went out of the office to the temp. “Elizabeth—”

  “It’s Liz,” she said, attempting to hide her cell phone under a stack of paper on Allison’s desk. I didn’t have the time or patience to reprimand her.

  “Sorry, Liz. Please order from Anthony’s. A kids chicken nuggets and fries and a Cobb salad.”

  “Where’s that?” she asked.

  “There’s a stack of menus in the middle drawer.” I pointed at Allison’s desk for emphasis.

  “Am I expected to pay for it?” she asked.

  “No,” I said, losing patience. I opened my wallet and handed her a fifty. “Get something for yourself and tip the rest to the delivery person.”

  She took the bill from me and placed it on the desk, staring at it as if she’d never seen a fifty before.

  “I’ll need you to order now,” I said.

  “Oh, okay,” she said and picked up the phone. Her fingers hovered over the keypad, and I shook my head, going back into the office. She’d figure it out eventually.

  Gina remained out of my way for the rest of the afternoon. Surprisingly, the food arrived without any mess ups or issues. So, Liz wasn’t as daft as I’d thought.

  After we had eaten, Gina settled onto the couch again with the tablet while I got back to work.

  When I looked up again over an hour later, Gina was fast asleep on the couch. My shoulders finally relaxed. Though with her looking so peaceful, I started to feel bad for the way I’d treated her. It wasn’t her fault I was so busy. And I was the one to fire her nanny.

  I wondered what Jess was doing now. Was she with Sierra? Bashing me to eternal damnation? Or was she already looking for another job? I’d paid her well enough over the last few weeks to be able to live comfortably until she found another position. With her credentials, she would be fine.

  My phone vibrated, and I picked it up to see Brandon sent me a text.

  “Let me in,” it read.

  I crossed the room, careful to be quiet while Gina napped. I’d inhaled my lunch while working so taking the time to talk to Brandon would give me a much-needed break. I was finally on track with my work and five minutes chatting with my best bud was my reward.

  When I entered the hallway, Brandon was on his way toward my office.

  I shook his hand, and he grinned at me. “I haven’t seen you this tan since college, man.”

  “Take a picture, because once this fades, you won’t see it again for a long time.”

  “It suits you,” he said.

  “Let’s talk in here,” I said, leading him to an empty conference room.

  “What’s wrong with your office?” he asked.

  “Gina’s in there. She’s napping. I don’t want to disturb her.”

  “Is Jess sick or something?” he asked.

  “No,” I said. “I fired her.”

  “You what?”

  I massaged my temples with my fingertips. The headache wasn’t as strong as this morning, but it still lingered. “Work has been crazy since we got back. And all this week Jess was nagging me about not spending time with Gina. She was getting too attached to my personal life. I had to let her go.”

  “That’s the dumbest thing I think you’ve ever said to me,” he said.

  “What?”

  “You’re being ridiculous,” he said, crossing his arms.

  “I’m being ridiculous? I can’t go home from a stressful day at work and have someone up my ass. There’s a reason I hired a nanny in the first place. She even suggested that I retire early and care for Gina myself.”

  “Do you remember Wendy?” he asked.

  “That’s a stupid question.”

  “Do you remember how Wendy used to calm you down when you got crazy about work?”

  I opened my mouth to fire something back, but I couldn’t find the words. Wendy was my rock when things were tough. She used to drive me crazy by telling me to “relax” when things were stressful at work. I had been more of a hot-head back then, but Brandon had compared Wendy to Jess. And I silently admitted that he was right. How had I not seen it before?

  “Jess is right about you not needing to work,” he said. “I know that’s a hard concept for you.”

  “But I don’t want Gina to want for anything.”

  “All she wants for right now is her father. And I know you had a rough time growing up, but that’s in your past now. Jess and Gina are your future. Soon enough, you’re going to blink and Gina will be all grown up, and you will be alone, without someone like Jess to be with. Someone who cares for you and that amazing child sleeping in your office.”

  “You’re right,” I said, realizing how much of an ass I’d been to both Gina and Jess.

  “Damn straight, I’m right. Now, what are you going to do about it?”

  I didn’t know quite yet. But something had to change. And the idea of that made my skin crawl, but it was for the best.

  After Brandon had left, I went back into my office and sat on the other end of the couch from Gina, watching her sleep. I must have fallen asleep at some point too because sometime later, I felt a tugging on my shirt, waking me up.

  Gina’s little face was close to mine and her hands placed with my scruff. “You were asleep, Daddy.”

  “I was,” I said, pulling her onto my lap. “You know I love you, right?”

  “Yeah,” she said.

  I looked over at the s
ide table and picked up one of her drawings. “Show me what you’ve been working on today.”

  Chapter Thirty

  Jess

  Even though I knew I didn’t have a job, I still woke up at five in the morning. No matter how hard I tried to get back to sleep, I couldn’t. Thinking of the conversation with Noah and how Gina might react to me not coming to work filled my mind. Gina would be so upset. I wondered what Noah would tell her. I did nothing wrong other than inform him of what his working did to his little girl. Yet, I was the one who was unemployed and heartbroken.

  I rolled over and wrapped my sheets around my head, creating a little cocoon around me. I found my phone and turned it on. I didn’t know what to expect. Maybe a dozen phone calls from Noah, apologizing for being a complete ass and begging me to come into work. But my messages and missed phone calls remained at zero.

  Then I thought of Gina. What was he going to do with her today? Bring her to work? He claimed he was so busy, how could he work with Gina in his office? He probably would enlist his secretary to care for her. As much as I never minded, Allison, she wasn’t much of a kid person. Gina would be even more ignored being ten feet from Noah than miles away.

  I threw my covers off my head and groaned.

  I looked around my room and saw that I still hadn’t unpacked from Australia. Even at home, I continued to live out of a suitcase.

  Since I was gone for an entire week and worked late every night this week, I thought my apartment could use a deep clean. It wasn’t as if I had anything better to do.

  I pulled my hair up, shoved on some sweatpants and an old t-shirt and got to work. I plugged in my ear buds and blasted some energetic pop music into my brain, shoving out all of the crap that was currently clogging up the space. If I thought about Noah and Gina anymore, I might burst out into tears again. Or want to punch a wall, thinking it was Noah’s face.

  So instead, I scrubbed every inch of my apartment while at the same time attempting to scrub out the memories of the Stone family. It was the only thing I could do to keep myself sane and not want to get in my car and drive over there, demanding to have my job back. That would be embarrassing and only make things worse for Gina.

  When my apartment and soul were somewhat clean, I wanted to get out of my place before my head floated off my shoulders with all the chemical sprays I’d washed with. All thoughts of Noah returned the second I took out my ear buds. So, I allowed myself to live in them again while showering and cleaning myself up. I still didn’t understand where he was coming from, but he wasn’t the first dad that I had to deal with. And he wouldn’t be the last. I supposed it was a good thing that we ended things before it got too serious. Though a vacation was serious enough for me. Obviously not for him.

  I grabbed a granola bar for lunch and devoured it. I hadn’t had much of an appetite for anything that morning, but I knew I had to eat something before I passed out. My body didn’t do well without food for too long.

  On the way to visit Sierra, it felt strange to be driving without Gina with me. Even though we never took my car, it didn’t seem right that I was going to see Sierra at work without the little tacker by my side. I kept checking the rearview mirror for her smiling face, but instead, I saw my empty backseat.

  When I arrived at Sierra’s work, I stepped into the record shop, and her eyes immediately met mine. She smiled and then she looked around me. Confusion flitted across her face.

  “Where’s Gina?” she asked. “Don’t tell me you left her in the car; that’s dangerous you know.”

  And then it all came out of me. “I got fired.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” she said, rushing over to me. She pulled me into her arms and squeezed. She pulled back and held me at arm’s length. “Tell me everything.”

  “Honestly, I don’t know what happened,” I said. “We had a lovely time at home with Mom. Then when we got home, he was an entirely different person. He was working late and snapped at me every chance he got.”

  “And he fired you because he was in a bad mood?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “Well, Gina mentioned several times how upset she was that he was so busy and unable to see her like he did when we were on vacation. So I told him. Then he went off and said I was trying to tell him how to raise his kid.”

  “Which you weren’t,” she said.

  “I know!” It was nice that someone else was on my side about it. “I wasn’t, at all. He took it the wrong way though and said they were better off without me.”

  “Son of a bitch,” Sierra said, flashing her teeth. “When did this happen?”

  “Last night.”

  “Why didn’t you call me?” she asked, rubbing my arm.

  “It was late, and I wanted to sort through my feelings.”

  “What are you going to do now?” she asked.

  I shrugged. “I have no idea. But I don’t even feel like doing anything right now either. I’m still letting this all sink in. I can’t believe I’m never going to see them again.”

  Sierra hugged me again, and I sagged against her. What was I going to do next? Sierra didn’t have any advice, so I knew there was only one other person I could talk to.

  After visiting with Sierra for a while, I went home and called Mom. I knew the timing was off due to our distance, but I needed to get another opinion on the matter. I would have liked to talk to Noah about everything. But I wasn’t going to call him. If he wanted to apologize, he’d have to contact me.

  She picked up on the second ring. “Hello, love. I was just thinking’ about ya.”

  “Mom,” I said, and then my voice cracked.

  “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

  Not physically. “I’m fine.”

  “You scared me. What’s going on?” she asked.

  I sighed and hung my head. “I got fired yesterday.”

  There was a long pause on the other end. “Noah fired you?”

  “He did.”

  “What happened?”

  I told her everything that occurred between us returning home and him firing me.

  “That’s a load of shit,” she said. “That poor girl. She probably misses the hell out of you.”

  “I miss her.” And him. But I was so upset with him right then that I didn’t want to focus on our personal relationship until I got over his betrayal.

  “It’s ridiculous that it ended like that,” she said. “Has he called you?”

  “No,” I said. I usually got paid on Fridays, but I had a feeling Allison was going to mail my last paycheck.

  “And after coming down here with you and everything. It all seemed like it was going to work out for the three of you,” she said.

  “That’s what I thought too.”

  “And you didn’t even get to say goodbye to Gina,” she said, clicking her tongue disapprovingly.

  “That’s one of the worst parts, Mom. My heart is broken. I can’t even think straight. What am I going to do?”

  “What do you want to do?” she asked.

  For the first time since I got to the States, Mom asked me what I wanted instead of telling me. I knew it was hard for her to do that; I sensed she had the urge to tell me what to do but held her tongue. I appreciated that, though I knew it was temporary.

  “If I run into Gina anywhere, what am I supposed to say?”

  “Should you call Noah and work out the logistics?”

  “I suppose, but not today. I’m giving him the weekend to cool off.”

  “So, say you get another job and Gina sees you at the park with another kid…” Mom trailed off.

  “Oh, Mom, I didn’t think of that. She’ll be heartbroken.”

  “Unless you and Noah come up with a story.”

  “I’m not sure what story would make any sense to Gina as to why I left so suddenly. Especially because everything was going so well.”

  “And he’s not going to tell her he was in love with you. Because that wouldn’t make any sense.”

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sp; “He wasn’t in love with me. And you’re right, that wouldn’t make sense.”

  “You’re a bit blind if you didn’t see it.”

  “If he was so in love with me, then he wouldn’t have fired me. It was just a fling.”

  “This was what I was worried about, love,” she said.

  “I know. This all got so screwed up.”

  “Do you want to hear what I think you should do?”

  “It took you long enough,” I said.

  Mom laughed on the other end of the phone. And I missed that sound already. “I was hoping you’d work it out on your own, but it looks like you need a push.”

  “What is your idea?” I asked, even though I knew what she was going to say.

  “Love, I think it’s time for you to come back down here. At least for a little while. There are plenty of open jobs down here, and I believe that you need to get some space.”

  As much as I fought her in the past about coming down there, this was the first time it sounded like a good idea. And going down there last week made me miss being there even more.

  “That’s a lot of space,” I said.

  “It will keep you from wondering what they’re doing and the good possibility of running into them.”

  She was completely right. Noah wouldn’t come back to Australia any time soon. His job was too important for that.

  “I think that might be for the best,” I said.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Noah

  On Friday, I tried to be better tempered toward Gina as she came to work with me again. Allison had been apologetic about being sick the day before, but I knew her dedication to the company. When she arrived at work, she retained a stuffed nose and had barely concealed the bags under her eyes, so I knew she hadn’t faked the illness.

  Though when she asked if she could care for Gina while I worked, I politely refused. Mostly because I wanted her to catch up on the work she missed, and partly because I didn’t want Gina to be exposed to whatever had ailed Allison. The last thing I needed was a sick kid and no nanny. Or, even worse, Gina getting me sick and having to take another day off. I knew I wouldn’t have one of those in a long time. I saw the consequences of that and didn’t want to risk it again.