It took Blair a moment to realize Erin was standing in front of her with an outstretched hand because she was so distracted by those fucking eyes. “Sorry. Nice to meet you. I’m Bear,” she said with a wink.

When Erin broke into a wide grin, Blair realized it wasn’t just her eyes that were stunning. You’re supposed to be a fucking professional, not a fuckboy. It was Marisol’s voice she was hearing in her head instead of her own. Goddamn her.

After shaking Blair’s hand, Erin moved her gaze from Blair to her son. “Nolan, sweetie, I have your bathing suit laying out on your floor. Do you think you can get it on all by yourself?”

“I can!” Nolan said before quickly running up the stairs.

Erin smiled back at Blair. “That should buy us a few minutes alone.” She nodded her head down the hallway. “Want to have a seat on the couch?”

“Um, yeah, sure.” Blair wiped her hands on her shorts as she followed behind Erin. Why the hell was she so sweaty all of a sudden?

Once Blair was sitting on the couch, Erin sat down on the loveseat a few feet away. “So, I figured you could hang out with us for a bit and ask me any questions you have along the way.” Erin looked around the room as if she was trying to look anywhere but at Blair. “Do you have any right now?”

Blair shrugged. She was sure she was supposed to have questions, but she had no clue what to ask. “None that I can think of.”

“Okay.” Erin nodded slowly. “I guess with studying psych, you probably know all about the stages and what he should be like at this age. You probably know more than me, if I’m being completely honest.” Erin laughed nervously. This interview was clearly way outside of her comfort zone, which made Blair wonder why her husband wasn’t there to help.

“Honestly, not really. I can’t say I paid super-close attention to all of that since I’m not so sure I even want kids.” Blair cringed internally as soon as the words were out of her mouth. That was definitely not the right thing to say and the look on Erin’s face told her that she was not impressed.

“Sounds like my ex,” Erin said under her breath, her eyes going wide when they reached Blair’s, and she put a hand over her mouth as if she was trying to push the words back in. “I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

Truthfully, Blair was kind of happy she had. It took the focus off of the stupid thing she had just said. “Don’t worry about it. I get it. Men are dicks.”

“That may be true, but in this case, it was a woman who was the dick.”