Page 68 of My Almost Ex

I head into the laundry room where there’s a fridge that holds all the drinks—unless they’re having a party, then you usually find desserts in it.

“Smart girl,” Adam says, following me into the laundry room.

Rylan’s soccer uniform is hanging on the dryer rack. I didn’t go with everyone to watch his game last week, opting to stay behind and go through one of the boxes from the closet. “Can I go to one of Rylan’s games?”

“Sure. The kid plays all the damn time. He’s playing all weekend.”

“Great. Let me know where and when?”

“I can take you,” he says, opening the fridge door.

“Oh, thanks. I didn’t want to assume.”

He hems and haws. “It’s fine. I told you I’d see you through this process. Now.” He holds open the fridge door. “Pick your poison.”

You’d think the Greenes owned a soda business with the selection in there. I grab a diet soda and Adam slides by me, cornering me against the wall and the door of the fridge. He reaches in and grabs a sports drink. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I say, a little breathless.

He’s so gorgeous. Those hazel eyes pierce mine with the questions I find myself up at night debating. Can we get over this threshold? Can we ever be Adam and Lucy Greene again? What if I never find out what spurred my leaving? What if he can never forgive me? And the biggest question—do I want him to forgive me?

He doesn’t allow the fridge door to shut but stands straighter, his free hand falling to my face, his thumb lightly finding my lip. “Marla’s right, you look really beautiful today.”

“Thank you.”

“Luce…y,” he says.

The moment fades when he adds the “y” to my name. As if I’m a stranger.

“We should get back.” I slide by him and out of the laundry room, trying to calm the flush that’s overheating my body.

When I reach the kitchen, I find Hank and Marla kissing by the sink. She’s swatting him away, but his lips keep finding skin to kiss.

“The kids,” she says with a chuckle.

“Yeah, Hank, the kids,” Adam says and walks right by me, paying me no attention.

Hank turns and gives his son a scolding look. Then he turns his attention to me. “Lucy, it’s great to have you.”

“Thank you.”

He comes over and kisses my cheek in hello.

“You two hold down the fort. I just have one thing to show Lucy before lunch.” Marla takes my hand.

“Marla, you promised,” Hank says.

She shushes him with her hand.

“What?” Adam asks.

Hank groans. “You know Marla.”

But I’m already being rushed upstairs before I can hear the rest of their conversation. She gets me into what’s now a spare room, but I remember it used to be Nikki and Mandi’s. And hanging by the closet is a giant white dress—a wedding dress. I gasp.

“You remember?” Marla looks so hopeful.

My shoulders sink. “No, I just figured if you’re showing me a wedding dress that it’d be mine unless you and Mr. Greene are renewing your vows. And in that case the dress might be a little overboard.”

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