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“Okay, back on track,” I direct the room. “What happened?”
“Well, she found the dirt, laid it out for Carl, Jasper and Beverly and now she’s…” Viviana shrugs with a smile on her face. “Free.”
“Free,” I repeat. “Fuck.” I feel like a douchebag. Not only did I make her face this, but she did it alone because I was an insecure dickwad.
“She met her dad yesterday,” April says softly. I look at her and she smiles. “Like, officially. I think it went well for her.”
Fucking something I should have been the one to tell these guys. Not the other way around.
“I gotta go.” I stand abruptly and start to make my way out.
“Wait! Where are you going?” Viviana jumps to her feet.
“To Jane.”
“What? No, wait. You have to let her process this.”
“She wanted to see me tonight and I told her it was game night.”
Viviana gives me an unimpressed look. “Seriously?”
“I was being an asshole, okay?”
“Yeah, no, got that.” She waves her hands in front of her as if to wash everything away. “Look, you’re going to have to do better than showing up to her place half drunk with your tail tucked between your legs to get my girl.”
“Your girl?” Enzo asks, his face the picture of a mocking brother.
“Yes,” she insists. “Ourgirl.” She waves a hand at April. “If you want to win her back, you’ll have to do a grand gesture.”
April claps her hands excitedly. “Ooh! I know just the thing.”
It doesn’t matter to me what it is, I’ll do whatever it takes to get her back.
This time, I’m keeping her.
Chapter Fifty-Eight
“‘I love you’, you said, and I waited for the ‘but…’
But instead came your arms and a
‘no matter what’.”
-k.p.k
Jane
“Absolutely ridiculous,” Molly mumbles from beside me, staring at the people around us who have only picked at their plates while Molly and I ate every last bite. “Three grand a plate and they can’t be bothered to even eat the pickle.”
“Such a shame. It was a damn good pickle.”
“Of course it was. I picked it. I know how to pick my pickles.”
“That’s a skill not many have.”
“If there’re pickles, I’m there. Rule of thumb.”
“Rule of pickle,” I counter and Molly laughs at our ridiculous conversation.
