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She made a mental note to check in with the leasing office first thing Monday morning. With London being such a petty Betty, she wanted to make sure her name was off the lease herself. As soon as possible.
“He did,” Orlando agreed, starting to walk again. Juliet moved to stay beside him, all the way to the car. As he was loading the box into the trunk, her phone buzzed again.
Annoyance flared, and she pulled the phone out to see what London had to say now.
And stared at the screen.
“Now what?”
“He has receipts.” Disbelief flooded her.
“What?”
“He just sent me a screen shot of the literal receipt from the place he ordered them from. All seven dollars of them. Oh. My. God. What is wrong with him?” Juliet shook her head.
How the hell had she not seen this side of London before?
Then again… they’d never really fought before. She’d always been willing to go along with what he wanted. There had been small arguments, but nothing major. Nothing life changing. Now she was seeing the stuff he’d kept hidden, and fucking hell she’d dodged a bullet.
Red flags for days.
“Wow.” Orlando closed the trunk of the car, coming over to stand beside her. She tilted the phone towards him so he could see.
She really had thought she’d bought the rings at the same time as the curtain, but now that she was seeing the receipt she remembered that London had ordered them instead because they hadn’t liked any of the ones they’d found in the store. Apparently, he liked these so much that he needed them back.
Who the hell did things like this?
Then again, she was the one who’d taken a shower curtain she didn’t technically need. But she did like it better than the one Brooke currently had up in the guest bathroom, so she’d planned to replace it. Looked like she’d either need to use the rings Brooke had or order some new ones.
Oh no, a whole seven dollars.
For fuck’s sake.
“I think you might have lost the crown for being the pettiest.” Orlando chuckled. “On the other hand, I think this pretty clearly demonstrates that you are better off without him.”
“So much better off.” Juliet replied to the text that she would get them back to him. She didn’t say how yet because she wasn’t sure. If she had to go by the leasing office to sign something, she might just drop them off before returning the key. That was the most likely scenario. Otherwise, she’d mail them. With the slowest, cheapest mail service she could find.
Maybe in a week.
Looking up at Orlando, she did know that she didn’t have any regrets about ending her relationship with London. He really had been a rebound. There had been some good things, but he was rapidly making all of those memories feel very tainted. Any guilt she’d been feeling about him being a rebound or about having sex with Orlando last night had completely disappeared.
Orlando cupped her chin in his hand, bringing her focus back to him, like he knew it had strayed for a moment. His green eyes studied hers, harnessing her attention, and her breath stuttered as the physical touch grounded her.
“Be a good girl. Not a petty potato.” He smiled, clearly amused by the term. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Promise?” She hated that she asked, that she couldn’t keep the word back. Hated how breathless she sounded when she asked. But she couldn’t stop herself either.
If she was going to sit waiting by the phone again, she wanted to know it was for a good reason. Not that she’d be sitting waiting for him to call, exactly, she had things to do, but she knew that she’d be attuned to her phone. Waiting for it to go off even when she was doing other things. Hoping she’d hearhisringtone.
The one she was going to give him tonight, because she didn’t want to hear her phone ring and think it was him only to discover it wasn’t. She’d learned that lesson from the last time. Then, when he never got in touch, she’d changed his ringtone back to the default. Because he wasn’t special.
Now she knew she’d be changing it again.
“Promise. What’s a good time for me to call?”
“Evening?” It came out sounding more like a question than an answer. “After dinner.” There, that was better.
“Nine o’clock then. Sharp.”
