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“Is that what you think? That I’m here to annoy you?” She sank into her hip, and her nostrils flared. “I think this entire thing is fucking insane, Landon. I’m your fucking wife. There has to be a reason for this motherfucking madness. Either you’ve found someone else or you’ve gone clinically insane.”
I huffed. “Really sweet. Now, I’m clinically insane?”
“No,” she grumbled. “I think you’re with someone else.”
“What is it going to take for you to sign the papers?” I demanded to change the subject.
She bit her cherry-red lip and looked at me as if this were the first time she had thought of the question. I knew by her eyes that it was not. “Nothing.”
“I don’t believe you. You’re already getting half of everything that’s not covered in the prenup. What more could you want from me?”
“Everything.”
“Well, you can’t have everything.”
“Then, just you.”
“No. You know what? I’m not having this conversation with you any longer. I’ll have my lawyer contact you, and if we can’t settle this in a reasonable way, then we’ll go to mediation, or we’ll go to court. Your choice, Miranda.”
Her eyes were wide with alarm, as if she had finally realized that I was serious.
“Take me to dinner tonight. Have one more night with me.”
“No,” I said at once. I didn’t want to spend any more time with her than I had to.
“And I’ll sign.”
I paused. Was she serious? One dinner, and she’d end all of this? It seemed too good to be true. And you know what they said about things that were too good to be true.
“I don’t believe you.”
“I swear it.”
Just then the door crashed inward, and Morgan’s face appeared in the door.
Oh, man, how I loved my sister for her impeccable timing.
“Heyyyyy!”
“Oh, Morgan,” Miranda said deprecatingly. She raised her chin a notch and flashed her a fierce smile that could only be seen as a threat. “How good to see you. As always.”
“Same, Miranda. What are you doing here? Just took a wrong turn and ended up in Lubbock, huh?” she asked in the slow voice usually reserved for misbehaving toddlers.
“I’m here to see my husband. You don’t have to be so patronizing.”
“Oh, big words. So adorable,” Morgan said.
I tried not to laugh. “Morgan.”
“Are you going to let her talk to me like this?” Miranda asked, whirling on me.
“You think I have any control over her?” I asked.
“He doesn’t,” Morgan confirmed.
“How did you even know she was here?”
Morgan shrugged. “Gossip travels quick.” She whirled back on Miranda. “Ready to go home now? Buh-bye!”
