With a sigh, she walked around me. “Okay, this is very simple, Troy. His dinner is in the fridge, just heat it up and give him the first two spoonfuls, he should do the rest himself. If he doesn’t finish, give him a cup of milk before bedtime, which is seven-thirty.”

“That’s only an hour from now,” Troy whined. “Nah, we stay up late when Uncle Troy’s in town, right buddy?”

“Can you be serious for a minute?” I snapped.

“This coming from someone who named their kid after a crab.”

Harper pointed to the monitor. “I’m watching you. His pajamas are on the bed and call us if anything.”

“Gotchya. Say hi to—”

I shot him a warning glare.

“Everyone,” he finished with a grin.

I practically pushed Harper out the door and into the elevator with an exasperated breath.

“Relax, he’ll be fine and Seb will be passed out within the hour.” It couldn’t be tonight and certainly not in front of Harper—but a conversation with my brother was definitely in order for even thinking about connecting with Gina again.

I could have sworn he’d grown up by now.

“You going to be alright tonight?” I asked, starting to have doubts myself about bringing her back there.

“Hmm? Oh yeah, and I know you’re worried about Gina, don’t be. That girl’s not stalking Troy or you for that matter, she’s all about me now.” She rolled her eyes.

“What?”

“Yeah, she’s been lurking around me now, messaging me on Instagram and trying to connect with me…ever since Troy started putting up pics of me and then the three of us…she’s trying to act like we were besties in high school,” she laughed.

“Is she trying to get the scoop on Troy, or something?”

“No. Gina’s married. Two kids. Pretty sure her husband is coming tonight.”

I shook my head. “Wait, what?”

The elevator bell dinged before opening and Harper stepped out. “Seriously what kind of girl chases a guy for ten years? She moved on a while ago.”

I paused at the door.

“What’s wrong?”

I chuckled. “I think I’ve been swindled.” I looked up as if I could see Troy up there with our son through nineteen flights.

“He try to tell you he was going to hook up with her tonight if you didn’t let him babysit?”

I dropped my head in shame and she burst out laughing, tugging on my shirt. “I couldn’t care less. I’ve got everything I need right here.” She pressed a hand on my chest and kissed me. “But I’ve got to hand it to him…” she nodded appreciatively.

“Yeah, this is going to bother me for a while. I’m supposed to be the smart one.”