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“Do not ever make a joke like that about Heidi again,” I growled. “Ever.”
“You know I’m just fucking around,” Patrick said.
“Landon, bro,” Austin said, placing his hand on my sleeve.
“Ever,” I repeated.
“Got it,” Patrick said. “Clear as day. No jokes about Heidi.”
I released him with a shove and clicked the key fob to open the car. “I’m going to this fucking dinner with my soon-to-be ex-wife, and it’s the last goddamn thing that I want to do. I want this marriage to be over. I want to move on with my life. So, while I appreciate y’all trying to steer me in the right direction,” I said, looking them in the eyes, one at a time, “back the fuck off.”
Patrick straightened out his suit and gave me a two-fingered salute.
Austin just nodded. “Text if you need an out. We’ll be happy to make a scene.”
“Thanks,” I said with a genuine smile.
Miranda had put me on edge. I hated that I’d gotten into an argument with my brother and his best friend. I’d just lost my shit. The idea of someone else getting near Heidi while I was trying to eliminate my baggage had made me see red. I wouldn’t let that happen.
With a heavy sigh, I sank into the driver’s seat of the Mercedes and sent Miranda a text.
I’ll do dinner if you agree to sign the paperwork.
See you at seven at West Table, darling. Wear my favorite suit.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Landon
I showed up right on time. Not a second before or after seven. I wanted to keep my time with her to a minimum. I was already dreading this whole fucking thing. Not to mention, the last time I had been at West Table, I’d been hitting on Heidi while she was with someone else. Now, here I was, with Miranda.
And, of course, she showed up a full ten minutes late. I cringed at the fact that I had walked right into her setup. She had the upper hand already because she had kept me waiting. And I’d stayed.
Like a fucking idiot.
“Sorry I’m late,” she said, not rushing in the slightest as she catwalked up to the table I’d reserved for us.
She’d changed out of her red dress for a black number that I’d never seen before and hoped to God never to see again. It was…slinky. Clearly meant to be seductive. And covered very little.
“I was about to leave,” I said as way of a greeting.
She shot me a smooth smile. “No, you weren’t.”
I ground my teeth together. She sank down into her seat, which was a blessing since I could now only see her top half. The other problem was, now, I could see her top half.
“You wore the suit,” she said with a big grin.
I looked down at the charcoal suit I had picked out with disdain. I’d probably never wear it again.
“Did you bring the paperwork? Are you going to sign now?”
“Didn’t you get a good look at me? Where would I hide divorce papers? Feel free to try to find them though.” She winked at me.
“I’ll pass.”
“Shame.” Miranda flipped her blonde bob and reached for the wine menu. “I’ll sign when I get home. No rush.”
“So, none of this is necessary?” I glared at her and started to stand up.
