Page 23 of Me and My Hot Professor

“A divorce?” I asked again, stupidly.

“Can you blame mom, though? Dad’s an asshole,” Casey said, shockingly. Never in a million years would I expect Casey to say something bad about Dad.

“When…is it finalized?” I asked.

“Just about. They’re splitting everything fifty-fifty. So far, they’re being fair about everything. Mom’s keeping the house, Dad’s moving to a condo,” Jess said.

“The condo he’s had for months, apparently.” Casey said.

“I feel like there’s a huge story I’m missing,” I said. Our waiter came to the table and took our drink orders then set a bread basket down.

“There’s no huge story, really. They’ve been separated for a while, Dad bought a condo and they’ve been putting up a front for our sake with all the dinners and…shit,” Casey said. He took a sip of his water and looked at the glass as if he wished it were the cocktail that he ordered.

“Well, shit,” I said.

“Yeah,” Jess murmured.

“We should have more of these, just the three of us. Like lunches or dinners or drinks,” Casey said suddenly.

Jess nodded and glanced at me. “Yeah,” I said, “that would be nice.”

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