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The moment he’d enveloped my hand with his and told me his name in that rugged voice, I’d been doomed. Call me Hux. Oh, I’d called him Hux.
“Where were you?” “Uh . . .” No way I was telling her I’d spent the night with a woman. But my silence was enough because my daughter was not stupid. Savannah’s face scrunched up and she wiped the spot where I’d kissed her forehead. “Ew.”
“Was that prison stint a one-time thing?” There was that blink again. “Uh . . . yeah.” “Good. Because you look hot in blue, honey. But I’m not down with you in orange.”
“This is an expensive ring for a temporary wife.” “I don’t plan to have any other wife, so you might as well capitalize.”
“Another woman, a better woman, would probably insist you downsize this, but it’s really beautiful and it looks really sparkly on my hand and I kind of already fell in love with it so I’m keeping it.”
She said what we were all thinking
“As you can see, we really are busy here today.” I gestured around the empty room. “Lovely to see you again, April. Please do send any of your concerns along to our attorney.”
I needed air and space. I wouldn’t be responsible for my actions if he pissed me off while I was in the vicinity of hammers and nail guns.
Hux opened his mouth but before he could respond, I held up a hand. “If you tell me to ask Katie, I’ll smother you in your sleep.”
“Nope.” I shook my head. “My project. Now go away.”
She’s so me
“Come on, honey.” I grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the door. “I’ve got the company credit card. I’ll buy you lunch.”
I liked business management. I liked organizing. I liked . . . accounting. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks falling from the sky. “Noooo.” I dropped my head to the desk, banging it once. Twice.
😂😂
Everly hadn’t run to her safe place to get some space. No, she’d come here. To mine.
I turned, staring at her profile until she finally had the guts to look up. Then I fired my shot. “Cunt.” Never in my life had I enunciated a syllable so clearly.
Slow clap
“Where are you going?” she called. “Home.” “But home is the other way.”
“She could have said a lot more than just calling Mom a cunt.” “Please stop saying cunt.” “Sorry.” She laughed. “It was funny.”
The placard below my face was the same as the one that sat beneath Savannah’s portrait. Display Only. Not For Sale.
