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‘What?’I mouthe.
“I know, right,” he says with a roll of his eyes and a shake of his hand. “We have a fifty dollar gift card for you to spend in our store. The only catch is you have to be able to pick it up today. Do you think that’s possible?”
He mimes a puppet talking on and on as he listens.
“Fab! The card will be waiting at the cash wrap under your name. You just have to tell the ladies at the front. See you at 11:30. Byeeee.”
He ends the call and blows a raspberry with his tongue, then pulls into a parking spot in Market Street, a local shopping and restaurant area.
“Too easy. That bitch didn’t even ask how her name was entered. Anyhow. That’s step one. Step two…stay here,” he orders.
“No. Lane, wait.” He’s out of the car with the door slamming behind him before I can finish my sentence.
I watch him as he walks to the store he said he was calling from and he steps inside.
I have no idea what he’s doing, but I don’t have a good feeling about it.
My phone buzzes on the center console and I pick it up to see a text from Roman.
Rome: Hi babe. I just wanted to let you know that Poppy is good and will have her lunch soon. I talked to my dad and he said I can stay there this week. He wasn’t too happy with me. I’d like to be able to spend the days with you and work through some of this. What do you think?
He just won’t stop. How can I get him to understand that there will be no working through anything? Between him and my parents, I feel like I’m the bad guy here.
Me: I can help you pack when I get home. I really don’t think there’s anything to work through. You cheated, I’m done, end of story.
Rome: Please, Luna. Just give me a chance to make things better.
My finger hovers over the keyboard. My heart wants so badly to give in. I just have to be strong and stick to my guns. No second chances. He let another woman touch him in a way only I can.
Me: I’ll think about it. I won’t promise anything.
Rome: Okay. That’s fair. I’ll be waiting. I love you, Luna. With my entire being.
I stare at his words but don’t respond. I know that not saying I love you back will kill him, but that's exactly what I want. Petty? Yes. Does it make me feel better?
I don’t know.
The door opens startling me, and Lane gets in.
“What did you do Lane?” I ask him.
“Nothing. I simply told the sales lady that my friend is a little shy when it comes to buying toys, and that I told a little lie that she won a gift card to get her to come in.”
“Oh my god,” I groan and slam my head back against the headrest.
“Sweet Miss Brittany is going to keep the card for her and when she picks it up, act like she won it. Then, we wait to seewhat she looks like and what car she drives and BINGO! We follow that bitch back to the office.”
“No, Lane. No. I am not going to jump her like a goddamn fifteen year old punk. What are you thinking?”
What has my life come to?
“We’re not going to jump her, you freako. We’re going to leave her a little snack.” He thumbs his finger at the back seat.
I turn around and see a grocery bag with what looks to be lunch meat.
“I hope she likes bologna.” He breaks into a fit of laughter.
I cannot do this. I may be angry but I don’t think I’d go as far as damaging property.
