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“I can’t believe I married him.”
“I can’t believe I married him, either.”
We both laugh at that. If someone had told me a year ago that I’d be laughing about being married to a bigamist with my sister wife after having taken him down with a headbutt and knee to the groin, I’d have laughed all the way back to my penthouse.
Alone. Lonely. With only Fifi to hear the tale.
My life is actually so much better. Almost. I’m so grateful to have Pauline and Danny in my life, but I miss Nash.
Don’t go there.
As many times as I imagined finally telling Richard off, it’s nothing compared to the millions of times a day I think of Nash. Of course, he stars in all my sexual fantasies, but I find myself wishing I could tell him things about my day all the time. Wishing I could hear his voice, be danced around the room by him, work side by side with him. And then I remember the last time I saw him and know that I could never work side by side with him and watch him move on with his life with a front row seat.
Pauline bumps my knee, dragging me out of my sad, sad spiral. “Seriously, though. Thank you for protecting my son.” She grabs my hand and squeezes. “I can never repay you.”
“You and Danny are my family now.”
“Well, you’re ours too. But you know, we aren’t the only ones who love you. Brandon says everyone in Brazen Bay misses you.”
I shrug. “It was a great town. But not for me.” Except for the fact that I loved everything about it.
She studies me over the rim of her glass. “Brandon thinks of you like a daughter. Which is weird since I think of you as a sister and I’m dating him.”
“Brandon is great. How did the date go?”
“Wonderful. Don’t change the subject.”
“I thought we were talking about Brandon?”
“You know perfectly well we were not talking about Brandon. When are you going to call Nash?”
I down my glass. “I’m not going to call Nash.”
“He never went out with that woman.”
I send her a sharp look. “It’s not my business who he dates or doesn’t date.”
“He gave her his number in the bar that night because she sells memorabilia and had one of his dad’s guitars from a show they did at the Viper Room. He finally told Stella the truth that he wanted to make you jealous, so he didn’t deny—”
“It really doesn’t matter. That woman isn’t going to be the last to get his phone number. He didn’t want to care about me, and I can’t watch him date other people.”
“Did you ever tell him that you changed your mind and you want to care about him? Because last I heard, he didn’t know.”
Technically, the last conversation we had was about how easy it was going to be for us to get over each other. “It doesn’t matter, Pauline. I need to learn how to survive without a man.”
“Oh, but honey, men are so much fun.” She gets up for more wine, offering to take my glass, but I shake my head. “Nash loves you. He’s miserable without you.”
“Oh, did he admit that to Stella also?”
“No. But everyone knows it.”
Right.
I yawn, exaggerating the stretch that goes with it. “I’m really tired. Taking down a fleabag was a lot of work.”
Pauline sighs. “I get it. I get it.” She pauses by the door. “Do you love him?”
“The fleabag?”
