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It wasn’t her business if the woman had spent the night with him. Lorenzo had made his boundaries known, and Katrina couldn’t cross them.
But would this woman accept his daughter?
Would she be the one to braid Miranda’s hair?
Would she be the one lying next to Lorenzo every night, spending countless hours in his arms?
Could Katrina come here day in and day out knowing he was whispering his words of love to another woman?
Forty minutes had passed by. Katrina knew this because she’d kept her eye on the time, wanting to finish her work as quickly as possible so that she could give Lorenzo his space.
Or was it space she was needing for herself?
Either way, it was forty minutes from the time she walked in the door to when Lorenzo’s footsteps were heard in the hallway. “How’s it going?” he asked as he walked in, smiling.
“Fine,” Katrina managed to say, though she couldn’t bring herself to smile.
“Ouch. Need some more coffee?”
“Don’t I always?”
“C’mon, let’s go to the diner. My treat.”
She shouldn’t say yes. She shouldn’t put herself through the hell of believing his great mood was because of the woman she’d seen with him earlier.
“Sure,” she heard herself say, and she mentally cringed. She’d already run the myriad of possibilities and different scenarios of him with the beautiful blonde. Whatever he would say to her at the diner couldn’t be worse.
But she wasn’t expecting him to say, “That was my realtor,” to her as they got into his truck. “It’s great news, too. I’m getting a little two-bedroom house about 10 miles from here. I...could show it to you, if you’d like. We can do a drive-by since I don’t get the keys until next week.”
Katrina was finally able to smile. “That’s wonderful news.”
“Yeah, and my lawyer said it’s only a matter of time before I will have Miranda with me. The judge that’s hearing the case is huge on father’s rights. I have to adopt her to put my name on her birth certificate, though. How fucked up is that?” He continued talking as they drove towards the diner. “But at least she’ll have my last name. Her being with me is all that matters, Trina. Seriously.”
His grin was infectious, and Katrina felt herself smiling even wider as he finished. “I’m happy for you.”
“Are you?” he asked, then shook his head. “I’m sorry, that was wrong of me.”
“No, it’s okay. I get it. But yes, I am.”
He reached over and patted her leg twice.
Just like he used to.
And it held her heart in a vice grip.
“So,” she said as she sat a little straighter, “your realtor seems nice.”
“You didn’t meet her.”
“No, but she made you laugh. A real laugh.” One that Katrina had missed so much.
Lorenzo shrugged. “She’s kinda funny.”
Kinda funny.
He’d said that to her many years before, when she’d said something that had made his head tilt back in laughter.
“She’s just my realtor, Trina.”
