Page 27 of Brighter Together

“That doesn’t make this better.”

“I know.”

“Emma.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Please make sure she doesn’t say anything to Ella.” My stomach drops at the thought of how this one lunch could ruin everything.

“I’ll try,” she says.

“Just keep her under control.”

Emma gives me an apologetic smile. “We only want you to be happy.”

“I’m happy,” I say quickly, but even I don’t believe that.

Emma definitely doesn’t.

She gives me a look but, mercifully, says nothing.

“Go,” I tell her. “Before Christina starts discussing my sex life over the bread basket.”

Emma winces. “That might already be happening.”

My eyes widen.

She laughs and hurries away before I can stop her.

I watch her disappear into the restaurant.

Fuck.

Then I pull out my phone.

Me

I can’t believe you told Emma.

Alex

She’s my wife.

Me

She told Christina.

Alex

Oh shit.

Me

They’re here having lunch and Christina invited Ella to join them.

This time the reply takes a little longer.

Alex