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That’s a lie.
This man who once knew every corner of my soul, every shade of my moods, every inch of my body. I want to crawl into his lap and bury my face in the curve of his neck. Because for so long, his arms were ‘home’.
But now, I’m forced to keep my distance. I’m convinced this must be the cruelest form of torture.
That is, until Davis’s passenger door flies open and a woman climbs out of the Jeep.
Candace. My stomach flips.
I know Davis has been seeing this woman for months now, but despite my best efforts, every time I get a glimpse of those two around town together, I still get that icky feeling in the pit of my stomach. Jealousy.
Davis doesn’t seem to notice me at first. He’s busy yawning as he and his lady friend stroll into the shop. I watch the way she smirks in his face and affectionately pats his shoulder, whispering something only he can hear.
Sorry for keeping you up last night, babe.That’s what I imagine her saying.
He casually drags a hand through his disheveled hair and aims his heart-stopping silver-gray stare in her direction, a lazy half-smile moving across his lips.
No worries, darling. I know you can never get enough of me. In my head, those are the words he whispers right back to her.
Seeing the familiarity between them, it nearly kills me. My jealousy burns hotter than ever. I try my best to sweep the scorching embers aside.
“Hello, Davis,” I say stiffly.
He blinks and that silvery-gray gaze finds me. His to-go coffee freezes halfway to his lips when our eyes meet. “Alana. Hi.”
As if on instinct, he takes a half-step to the side, guiltily distancing himself from his companion. That’s not necessary, especially this many years after our divorce.
“Hi,” I say again, dumbly.
His eyes shift to my car. He frowns, almost looking concerned. “Car trouble?”
“Oh, no. Just the wipers. For the rain. The wipers are for the rain, you know? Because it’s been raining.” I shrug.
So smooth. So, so smooth, Alana.
When our awkward conversation comes to a stilted halt, I pry my stare away from Davis and give a little wave to his girlfriend. “Hey, Candace.”
She beams at me, seemingly genuinely excited to be acknowledged. “Hi Alana. Good to see you!”
I don’t know much about Candace. She’s always super friendly when we run into each other, and she seems like a genuinely nice person. Which just makes me feel worse for being so damn jealous of her.
All I know about her is that she’s forever dressed in these gorgeous power suits, like she is now, looking super professional and effortlessly put-together.
And here I am, standing in my squeaky rain boots and my teal scrubs with tiny cats and dogs all over them.
“So, are you ready for Cash and Meghan’s wedding?” I ask Davis, my tone a little too cheerful and a little too high-pitched.
“Yeah,” he responds. “Suits are rented and fitted. Bachelor party is planned. My role in this is probably a lot easier than yours, though.”
I force a laugh. “Yeah, Meghan’s been keeping me a little busy.”
More silence.
More staring.
I resist the urge to dig into my purse for my lipgloss. It’s a stupid nervous tic I’m still struggling to break. There’s no reason to feel self-conscious. Davis is my ex. He doesn’t care about my damn lipgloss.
“I still can’t believe those two are finally getting married,” I say, pushing the conversation forward.
