“Ouch.” Blair brought a hand to her chest as if she had just been shot there. “Skratch Sick is amazing and does so much more than just push buttons. Your lack of knowledge is hurting me.”

“Skratch Sick?” Erin couldn’t help but laugh. “Is that who you’re going to see?”

“Yep! Have you heard of him?”

Of course not. Erin was still listening to the same music she had been since she was a teenager—mostly Taylor Swift. “I haven’t. It’s just a very interesting name.”

Blair scoffed. “If by interesting you mean slay, then yes, you’re right.” She looked down at the Apple Watch on her wrist. “I better go, though. I have to get my outfit ready. We’re getting dinner and then going to a bar while we wait for him to go on. I think he said his set starts at midnight, but I better check that again.”

Slay? Midnight? This whole conversation only confirmed even more that Erin’s fantasies would only ever be fantasies (and really shouldn’t even be that), because she and Blair had nothing in common. “I guess you better go if you’re going to make it there in…” Erin made a point of staring at the clock across the room. “Nine hours.”

“I promise I’m not making up an excuse to leave. We’re heading to dinner in three hours.”

“I’m just messing with you.” Erin waved a hand toward the door. “Go get ready to watch some man push buttons.”

Blair frowned at Nolan. “Your mommy isn’t being very nice to me right now.”

Erin expected Nolan to tell Blair that his mommy is always nice, but instead, he put his hands on his hips and stared at Erin with a scowl on his face. “Be nice to Bear.”

Blair mimicked the face Nolan was making as she looked at Erin as well. “Yeah. Be nice to me.”

Butterflies fluttered through her stomach at the sight of the two of them standing in front of her. Aside from her family, no one else had ever developed this type of relationship with Nolan. Not even her ex-wife. It probably had a lot to do with her having issues letting anyone in after what Bianca did to her, but it was still so nice to see. “Fine. Have fun watching this very talented musician.”

“That’s better.” Blair threw her a wink that totally didn’t make those butterflies in her stomach get even worse. Neither did the high five she gave Nolan right before she left. Nope. Definitely not.

“Ready to go to the pool?” Erin looked at Nolan who was staring at the door, his shoulders now hunched forward as if he was sad. “What’s wrong?” Erin reached out and squeezed his shoulder, but he didn’t look back at her.

“I wanted Bear to come to the pool.”