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Her smile freezes. “Davis, hi.”
I glance back to find my husband and his oldest brother sauntering out of the room where I just left them working out.
Davis’s frozen smile mirrors his ex-wife’s. “Hi, Alana.”
Davis’s jaw tightens just as Alana’s brows pinch together. The two of them stare at each other for a long moment.
Then they speak at the same time.
“Gonna head home and get ready for work,” Alana blurts out.
“I should get back to my workout.” Davis’s words crash into hers.
Harry and I share a look.
The former couple exchange muttered goodbyes, barely acknowledging Harry or me before heading off in opposite directions.
“Wow, that was painful to watch,” I whisper, a hand covering my heart.
Harry shakes his head. “They used to be the happiest couple. Now, they can’t even stand to be in the same room,” he says, his eyebrows pulled together as his eyes flick between the two of them. “I never thought they’d end up like this.”
I drape an arm around his waist, feeling my heart break for them.
Harry looks at me, lifting my chin. “Promise me we’ll never end up like that.”
My eyes fall shut, I pull in a breath, filling my chest with resolve. “I promise.”
I promise.
I promise.
For Harry. For his family. For me.
It’s becoming clear to me what I have to do. There’s only one good option available to me. This is going to be one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever had to make.
And I don’t like it one bit.
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NADIA
Abright flash snaps at the table and all the women flinch.
Delores lowers her phone and grins down at the screen. “Perfect. This one would look great for your profile!”
Liam’s Yaya nearly falls out of her seat. Her hands fly up to cover her face. “Delores! I told you. I don’t want any part of that online dating nonsense!”
Delores shakes her head. “You know why you’re having a hard time finding ‘the one’?” she challenges. “Because you’re afraid of having a good time.”
“Oh, hell no. I’m too old to be looking for ‘the one’. I had mine already.” Yaya vehemently shakes her head.
Delores’s eyes go rolling. “As long as you’ve got two legs and you can open them a crack, you’re not too old.”
Yaya is grumbling under her breath as she waddles out of her chair, headed for the refreshment table.
“See? Afraid of having a good time,” a laughing Delores calls after her friend.
Although, calling those two women friends is a stretch. They’re more like frenemies, to be honest. Always bickering.
