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He doesn’t reply, he just clenches his jaw and turns around, stalking to his bike and takes off.
What on earth was that about? I shut my front door and turn the lock, going back to my living room to get my phone.
“Hello?” Lilly answers after the first ring.
“Hey, Vinny was just here. He was being weird and didn’t make a lick of sense.”
“He’s odd like that, it was probably nothing. Are you busy tonight?”
“No, I was just reading a book and was gonna have a glass of wine.”
“Nope, no doing that. Clubhouse is having a party tonight. You should come, it’ll be fun.”
I think about it and decide why not. “Sure, want me to bring anything?”
“Nope, just yourself, and wear something other than pajamas please.” She laughs and hangs up on me.
I get ready quickly, just throwing a pair of jeans and a tee shirt on, and give my long blonde hair a quick brush.
Before leaving, I try to call Chris. This limbo thing he’s doing to us is killing me, and I need to ask him. I just have to.
“Trixie,” he sighs as he answers the phone.
“I don’t want to take up much of your time, but I need to know. Should I seek out a lawyer?” I blurt out as fast as possible. I wasn’t going to bring up a lawyer, but it’s been months, and we haven’t talked. It’s been silence. Something has got to happen because we can’t be stuck like this.
“A lawyer? Why?” he replies, confused.
“Not sure why you’re confused about me seeking out a lawyer, but I need to know what’s going on. I can’t keep living like this.”
“I don’t want a divorce, Trixie, I just need time.” He sounds almost desperate.
“You keep saying that, but it doesn’t make sense. I guess I’m back in limbo, bye.” I hang up and shove my phone into my purse. Starting to wonder if he ever loved me in the first place.
Sighing, I go out to my car and take off to the club house.
Chapter 6
Chris
Sitting in my car, my head drops as Trixie hangs up on me. Something has to give here. I hate being apart from her, I hate that I caused us so many problems. And I hate it even more that I’m sitting out in Lacey’s apartment complex parking lot. I don’t want to be here, but we have to work something out because I’m not abandoning my child, no matter how much I hate her mother.
Slowly getting out and shutting my door, I look around. Where did she get the money for a nice place like this? Far as I know, she doesn’t have a job right now. When she left town after our night together, she quit, and Joel said no matter how much she begged, he would never rehire her.
So how does she have money?
I give my head a quick shake, step into the foyer and buzz her apartment. I don’t have to wait long because seconds later, she buzzes back to come up and the locked door allows me in. Minutes later, I’m on her floor and I don’t even have to knock on her front door, it’s wide open. Stepping in, I look around the place. Seriously, where the hell did she get this kind of money?
“Hey, Lita is playing in the living room,” Lacey says, sticking her head out from the kitchen and pointing in the direction of the living room. I nod my head at her and head there.
Lita must hear me as I walk into the space and she looks up at me instantly. “Dada!” she screeches. I smile and go to her, lifting her up, kissing her softly on the head. God, I wish she was mine and Trixie’s. I talk to her quietly as I walk around the living room, looking at all the pictures. I stop on the section of baby photos and see one of Lita right after her birth. Pain envelopes me. Shit, she looks exactly like Lola did when she was born.
I look back to Lita and take in her features. Is this what Lola would have looked like had she lived? I don’t know if I can ever talk to Trixie about this. The second she finds out Lita’s name, the second she sees her baby pictures, it will kill her. It’s already killing me.
“Chris? Are you staying for supper?” Lacey asks, coming into the living room.
I shake my head. “No, I only came by to see Lita, and to talk to you about custody.”
Her face goes hard. “Put her back in the living room, I’ll set up the gate and we can chat in the kitchen.”
