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I get to my feet and lean over. “I don’t care what you want. Do you honestly think you have the right to dictate what I do with my personal life when your latest boyfriend is living here? The guy is collecting our son from school every afternoon, and…”
“What makes you say that?” she says, standing herself.
I straighten up, looking down at her. “First-hand evidence.”
She smirks. “Just because Dean’s there today doesn’t mean he’s there every day. You asked for this meeting. Remember? Someone has to collect Nash while we’re talking.”
“So that wasn’t him I saw in the schoolyard on Wednesday?”
“Wednesday? What were you doing there on a Wednesday?”
“I went to see Zara.”
She frowns and steps up to me. “Are you saying you’re dating one of the moms at our son’s school?”
“No. I’m dating one of the teachers.”
She gasps. “You’re kidding.”
“No, I’m not. There’s no law against it. But there ought to be a law against what Dean did.”
“What are you talking about?”
“When I was at the school, I watched Dean leave Nash to cross the street by himself.”
“What of it? Nash is eight, not three.”
“Maybe. But at the end of the school day, that area gets real busy. There are cars everywhere, and the people driving them aren’t always paying attention. They’re talking to their kids, or checking their phones.”
“And that’s my fault?”
“It is when you let your boyfriend loose without explaining how to take proper care of our son.”
She huffs out a sigh, turning away from me. “Okay. But that still doesn’t mean Dean’s there every day, does it? You collected Nash on Tuesday and Friday, and saw Dean on Wednesday, but that still leaves Thursday unaccounted for. Or are you telling me you were hanging around the schoolyard again…that you can’t keep away from this Tara woman?”
“Her name’s Zara, and on Thursday, she had to help Nash across the street because Dean had abandoned him again.”
She spins around, a fake smile plastered on her lips. “My… you have found yourself a goody-two-shoes, haven’t you? I’ll bet she’s great fun in bed.”
I open my mouth to tell her exactly how much fun Zara is, and that she’s so much better than Sabrina ever was, but decide against it. It’ll only sound like sour grapes, and anything that happens between Zara and me is private, and certainly not something I want to share with my ex.
Instead, I take a step back, sucking air into my lungs to calm down. “If you can’t collect Nash yourself, you know you only have to ask, and I’ll do it.”
“Yeah… and I’ll bet you’d like nothing better than an excuse to see Cara.”
“It’s Zara, and you damn well know it. I don’t need an excuse to see her, either. But I’d rather collect Nash and drive him back here than have your irresponsible boyfriend doing the job for me.”
She shrugs her shoulders. “Dean’s got nothing else to do, and I thought you were busy running your little store.”
I ignore her jibe about the bookstore. “Why doesn’t Dean have anything else to do? Doesn’t he have a job?”
“Not right now. He was working as a fitness trainer at a hotel in Portland, but they fired him.”
This doesn’t sound good. “Why?” I ask.
“That’s got nothing to do with you.”
“It has if he’s living here with my son.”
