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“Maybe so. But I’ve never really had my say, and I’d like to take this opportunity. I think I deserve it.”
Brant felt his muscles tense. “What more is there to say, Charlie?”
“That, my friend, is none of your business,” he said with a cocky grin.
Even if he’d finished eating, Brant couldn’t leave now. No way was he going to let Charlie mistreat Talulah.
Becky returned with pen and paper and Charlie pushed his food back, even though he’d barely touched it, to make room.
Brant watched him write what seemed like a tome, but he couldn’t read it, thanks to the dimly lit room and Charlie shielding the paper. Becky waited beside them. He folded it over and handed it to her as soon as he was done, but Brant snatched it out of her hand.
“What’re you doing?” Charlie demanded.
“Just making sure you’re not being a dick,” Brant replied.
Becky covered her mouth. “I think maybe you two have had too much to drink.”
Brant had only had two beers. This had nothing to do with alcohol. “You’d better get out of here,” he told her, and she hurried away.
“You don’t have any say in what I do,” Charlie said and his stool squealed against the concrete floor as he shoved it back and sprang to his feet.
Brant stood, too, and took a step back, bracing himself just in case. “What’re you going to do? Start another fight?”
Charlie didn’t answer, but his fists were clenched.
“If you do, this time I won’t hold back,” Brant warned him.
“You’re going to let Talulah, of all people, come between us?” Charlie said.
Brant didn’t bother to respond. Instead, he read the note.
Hey Lu,
Remember me? I hope so, because I won’t ever forget the day you walked out on our wedding. I don’t know another chick who could do something like that, but you’re not going to get away with it or what you’ve done since you came back. I’m going to message your boyfriend on Insta and tell him you’ve been fucking my best friend. We’ll see what happens to your dessert diner after that.
Paybacks are a bitch, aren’t they? ;-)
He signed it:The first man you stood up (now what will the others do?)
Brant glared at Charlie as he leaned forward, held the paper over the flame of the candle that was in the middle of their table and burned it. “This is bullshit, Charlie,” he said. “And you’d betternotcontact Paul.”
“I’ve already done it,” Charlie said.
Brant’s heart leaped into his throat. Everything Talulah had built could be ruined—because of him. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Withme! I can’t believe you’re on her side. That must’ve been one hell of a fuck.”
“You know what?” Brant said. “It was.”
Charlie took a swing at him, but his fist never landed. Brant caught his arm, twisted it around his back and shoved him into the table, causing everyone in the vicinity to gasp and step back. “I’m glad she didn’t marry you,” he gritted out. “You don’t deserve her.”
“Get off me,” Charlie yelled.
“You got it. But this time we’re really done.” Giving him a final shove, Brant let go and walked out.
Eleven
“You don’t think that was about me, do you?” Talulah said to Jane. After having pizza and wine at her place they’d decided to get out of the house and have a drink, but she now regretted that decision.
