Page 13 of Forgotten Romance

I’m walking a little taller as I head down the street in search of food.

It’s too bad I’m so madly in love with Davey because Luke has a good heart. I’ll have to let him know that when I make it clear I’m not interested because he’ll make someone very happy one day, and I don’t want him to think my lack of interest is anything he’s done.

In fact, if it wasn’t for Davey, that little note would have me messaging him right now to meet up.

It was cute. Very cute.

I can’t remember the last time a man showed interest in me; I forget how it’s all even supposed to work.

Instead of messaging Luke though, I pull out my phone and message Davey instead.

I’m heading for lunch. What are you doing?

He texts back almost instantly.

At Killer Brew catching up with Art. Come join us?

Hmm … lunch with company sounds good. Lunch with my ex-husband who I’m trying to win back and the friend who knows all about my plan? Risky. What if Art lets something slip? Or if Joey shows up and gets in one of his teasing moods?

I shouldn’t risk it, but on the other hand, I get to see Davey. Four hours has been four too many.

On my way.

I cut through the next street to the boardwalk and follow it from the quiet backstreets where the library is to the busier area in the middle of town where Killer Brew stands overlooking the water. It’s an impressive building, made even more impressive with Kilborough Penitentiary looming over it in the background.

My nose is frozen by the time I step inside, and I’m so cold I almost forget to be nervous. Almost. Because the second my gaze drops to where Davey is sitting opposite Art in a booth, it hits me right on cue.

I just love him so much.

If my plan doesn’t work, I’ll kick myself for the rest of eternity for ever testing him with my stupid divorce suggestion. If I’d never brought it up, we’d still be together. Miserable, but together. After all, misery loves company, so why the hell shouldn’t I forcefully tie us together in an unholy abomination of marital unrest?

Davey slides over toward the wall as soon as he sees me and pats the space right next to him. I’d been going to sit next to Art so I didn’t look so obvious about my need to be close to him, but this takes the decision out of my hands.

As soon as I sit down, I breathe in his familiar cologne.

“What are you two up to?” I ask.

Art answers immediately. “Planning world domination. We’re trying to decide if we should put you down as a sex slave or the one who writes about our heroic quest for supremacy.”

My wide eyes swing from him to Davey.

Davey shrugs. “If it helps, my vote was firmly for you being our scribe.”

“Wait. You were actually talking about that?”

Art blinks at me. “Is there another position you’d like instead? Universal leader is taken, but there might be something on our council of fuckery.”

“No, I meant were you really talking about the world domination thing?”

“People have to have goals, Mack.”

I’m still not sure if Art is serious or not.

“Council of fuckery?” Davey asks. “Is that what we voted on?”

“I voted, you lost.”

“How does that work if it’s one on one?”

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