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Her chest was constricted. Maybe there was something still there between them, something worth saving. Some small part of her that still loved her husband. He’d been all she could think about from the first moment they were together. She’d wanted to breathe him in every moment. Be with him. Tanner Stahd, the teenage god. He’d been all she’d ever wanted . . . then . . . and now?
She swallowed. It still burned her to watch Amanda move in on her husband, even if she was doing it just to piss Delta off, which was what she suspected.
But what if she really does want him? Will you fight for him? Is he worth it? Is the marriage worth saving? For Owen?
Did he really sleep with Zora and Ellie and God knows who else?
She thought about the way her husband had turned on his personality for the young receptionist, barely out of high school, who’d been all legs, skinny as a colt, and naïve in that totally adorbs way. She’d been just too cute for words, and Delta had felt the prick of jealousy. And she wasn’t the only one. There’d been a parade of them through the years. Slim, pretty, flirty . . .
Oh, hell, be honest with yourself. You wanted to scratch their eyes out.
“Hey, doll,” Tanner said, easing himself away
from Amanda as Delta approached.
“No, don’t stop,” Delta said with steel in her voice. “We’re all just one big happy family, right?”
“How progressive of you,” said Amanda.
“You just said he’d screwed all my friends and that I should divorce him. I’m pretending you meant that as friendly advice.”
“What?” Tanner asked. He was swaying a bit on his feet, grinning, but with pinched brows, aware he wasn’t quite following.
“It was friendly advice,” she agreed.
“What are you guys talking about?” asked Tanner. He lost his balance a bit, lurching, putting one hand on the edge of the bar to steady himself.
“Did you really sleep with Zora and Ellie and Bailey?” Delta asked.
“Bailey? What? What the fuck? No!”
“I guess at least she was telling the truth,” Delta said drily.
Her pulse was running fast and hard. She was playing a part. Pretending to not care, pride making her hard and cold. And she wasn’t going to let Amanda win. Tanner might be a piece of shit, but he was her piece of shit.
“Okay, this was fun, but I’m done,” Amanda said on a huge sigh as she stalked away from the both of them.
“I didn’t schleep with them . . . them . . .”
“I think you maybe did.”
“No . . . no . . . you don’t know.”
“You’re drunk,” she observed. “Maybe it’s time to leave.”
“Ahm not ready.”
“Well, I am.”
“Too fuckin’ bad, Delta.”
“I’ll drive myself home, and you can cadge a ride or an Uber, I don’t care.” She turned away from him, and he made a grab for her elbow but missed. Tried again, caught her, then hung on for dear life as she stood like a wooden statue. She sensed everyone watching them and curbed the impulse to push him away. He was a belligerent drunk when he had too much. But she didn’t want to make a scene . . . at least one any worse than was already in progress.
“It’s too early!” he practically shouted in her ear.
“I’d say too late.”
“You were friends with Amanda!”
