“That is very true,” I laughed. “Do you still see him if he’s in New York?”
“Not on purpose, but he has an annoying habit of turning up where I am. I’m sure he follows me sometimes. He wants me to give him another chance.”
Rage struck like lightning.
“That’s not fucking happening!” I practically shouted.
“No, it’s not,” she said calmly. “I don’t even know why he wants to or why we stayed together so long, because we were badly matched. But I thought about it a lot, and I’m sure it’s only because of Jupe.”
“What do you mean?”
“He used to drop Jupiter’s name all the time. I’m sure he tried to get known as a big shot surgeon who had ties to professional athletes, especially whenever he got injured.”
If I didn’t hate this guy already for hurting her, I probably would now. What a jerk. I’d definitely come across a few of those in my time.
“Well, Luck, at least with me you know I’ll never do that. I’m already a big shot pro-athlete.” I waggled my brows, making her laugh again, and it was quickly becoming my new favorite sound.
I looked down at the table; all the food was gone. She’d almost put away as much as me, which was impressive.
“Do you want anything else?”
“No, thank you.”
I threw some cash down and stood up, glancing at my watch - it was twelve on the dot. I held it out to show her.
“Would you look at that… Our second date has officially started.”
We walked back outside into the sunshine, my arm draped over her shoulder. She fitted into me like the missing piece of a puzzle.
She put her sunglasses back on. “What’s next then?”
I looked down at her. “Now you have a choice, so use it wisely.”
She smirked. “Okay.”
“One - we go back to your place, you shower and change, then we go to mine so I can change, and we stay in the city for the day, maybe hit up the park.”
She tapped her finger to her lip. “What’s two?”
“Two is we go back to your place, we grab your tiniest bikini and head back to the country to spend the day lounging by the pool.”
“Wait, you have two places?”
I nodded.
“Yep, I actually live in that building there.” I pointed to the tall red brick building at the end of the street, “But I’m selling it.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want that life anymore,” I shrugged, casually. “So come on, which is it going to be?”
“Pool.”
“Correct answer.”
I pulled out my phone and dialed my driver. He picked up immediately. “Hey, Ralph, can you meet us at Emerson’s place in thirty minutes? We’re going to head out to the country.”
“Sure thing. See you there,” he replied and hung up.
