Page 71 of David's Chase

I stay still while she drops the door closed and moves to the sink, her eyes coming back to my dress.

“That’s beautiful,” the woman says while I look at her as if trying to push back a hiccup.

“Are you all right?” the woman wearing an elegant pantsuit asks.

It’s her.

It’s definitely her.

Her hair is dyed a cool platinum shade and reaches her shoulders. She looks like someone who has come from money and never experienced scarcity.

His ex-wife. Soon to be married. Samantha Rove.

What are the fucking chances?

What is she doing here?

What are we doing here?

‘Yes, dummy,’the voice inside my head explodes.‘It’s fall, and a lot of people go to shows. Don’t they say New York is to die for?’she goes on, and I lack the energy to argue with her.

Does David know about that?

That she’s here?

No, he doesn’t.

Nothing in his behavior said he had the slightest idea his ex-wife would be in New York tonight.

What a shitty coincidence.

She washes her hands while I stare at her, looking weird against the wall, spooked for reasons I can’t explain.

Her eyes come to me again. This time, they are suspicious, beaming with questions.

“I’m fine,” I say. “Thank you for the compliment.”

She cocks an eyebrow at me while patting her hands dry with a paper towel.

“I was talking about my dress,” I say.

“Oh, your dress.”

A smile removes the stern expression from her face.

“Where did you get it?”

She doesn’t know aboutthedress. Not that she should know about it.

“It was a gift.”

“Great taste in clothing,” she comments, having no idea that she’s talking about her ex-husband.

Ex-husband?

How?

How could these two people be together? And then something dawns on me, and it’s strange as fuck.

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