Alex waited for Tony to defend her but he stood silent for ten seconds too long. She stomped across the grass. “I’m going inside. You two can jump into bed for all I care. I’ve had it with this nonsense. Life is too short. Hope and Suzy were right.”
Tony glared at her. “Your friends don’t approve of me? Of us? When were you planning to tell me?”
Unlocking the front door, Alex didn’t bother turning around. “I’m not answering that. The two of you had better be off my driveway in ten minutes or I’m calling the police.”
A raspy laugh filled the air. “He is the police, sugar.”
“Don’t call me ‘sugar.’ Get off my fucking driveway and get out of my life. Both of you.” Alex slammed the door so hard her windows shook.
Opening the fridge, she took out a bottle of chardonnay, uncorked it, and drank it right out of the bottle. Tears filled her eyes as she angrily swiped one that spilled down her cheek. She slammed the bottle on the counter. This is bullshit.
Alex paced like a caged lion. Checking the time, she knew it was still early enough for a friendapy session at Coconuts. She texted Hope and Suzy and later copied Cheri after receiving a group text that the New Yorker was back in town. Emergency meeting at Coconuts in one hour, ladies. Alex added a postscript. If you’re up to it, Suzy. No problem if you can’t make it.