Page 915 of Deep Pockets


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“You can’t make me leave.”

Morgan touched her hand to her chin and contemplatively gazed up in the air. “Hmm…last I checked…I was the vice president of this company. That kind of makes me…in charge around here. I know that must be hard for you to comprehend since you don’t have a job. Your idea of work is being a stay-at-home wife, which means spending all of my brother’s money and generally being a bimbo.”

“Fuck you, Morgan.”

“So, as you can see, I can make you leave.”

I laughed. I couldn’t help it. Morgan had been waiting for this moment for too long. She was enjoying herself way too much.

“It’s okay. She’s going to go. Aren’t you, Miranda?” I asked.

“What about dinner?” she asked.

I knew she had asked on purpose, right in front of Morgan. Not her smartest move though because there was no way that Morgan would think that was a good idea. I was still on the fence and leaning toward holding on strong and not giving in. Seemed the smartest option. But, still…if there were a chance.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Don’t think about anything,” Miranda said. She eyed Morgan disdainfully. “Just text me.”

“It’s time for you to go!” Morgan interrupted. “You’re trespassing on private property, and if you don’t get out of here, I’ll call security.”

Miranda shot her a vicious glare. “You’re such a bitch, Morgan.”

“Fine by me!” Morgan shot back. “Now, out!”

Miranda gave Morgan one more angry glare before sending me a simpering look and stomping out of my office. I was glad to have her gone, but I knew we had made a spectacle of the whole ordeal. That meant, Heidi had probably heard some of it, which was probably not that great. I needed to talk to her and clear the air.

“You are not seriously considering going to dinner with her?” Morgan said, rounding on me. “What the hell did she say before I showed up that would make you consider that?”

I shrugged. This was a conversation I didn’t want to have with Morgan either.

“Oh my God, you’re not getting back together.” She reached out and grabbed my arm. “Please, for the love of all things holy, tell me you are not getting back together with her!”

“We’re not getting back together. Calm down,” I said with a laugh.

“Oh, thank God. I thought I was going to have to stage an intervention. I would get the entire family together. We’d meet at Jensen’s place. It would probably involve a PowerPoint presentation and lots of whiskey.”

I held my hand up to stop her from continuing, but I was grinning. “I get it. No one in the family likes her.”

“Understatement.”

“And you’re all thrilled that my marriage is dissolving, and we’re divorcing.”

“Very.”

“And you don’t care how it happens as long as it’s done.”

“Well, more or less. I mean, I want you to be happy. And I’m certain you’ll come out of this happier than you were before. I don’t know how you lived with her this long.”

“You know, she wasn’t always like that with me.”

“Or you were just banging and didn’t care.” Morgan put her hands over her eyes. “Horrible mental image.”

I laughed. “You’re a riot, Morgan. Now, really, what are you doing here?”

“Hello? I saved your ass. I heard—and I quote—‘Landon’s hot wife is here.’ So, I ran as soon as I could to take care of it. You’re a softy. Like this dinner thing…”

“Look, she promised she’d sign the divorce papers if I went to one more dinner with her.”

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