Page 91 of The Fate of Us

I don’t know how he figured it out. “Huh?”

“Come on, baby girl, I’ve never seen so much malice in your eyes as when you looked over there.”

I finish the pitcher and set it at the end of the bar at the waitress station. I watch as Liam walks over to Claire, checks her ID, and pours her a glass of wine.

He walks up to me as I pour a few beers for a group of college kids. “Maybe not.”

“What?” I ask, not paying attention to him.

“Her ID said Marie and I know the ex’s name is Claire.”

“Marie?” I ask as I glance back over at the woman I thought was Claire.

“Guess not,” Liam says and walks away from me.

I bring the beers over to the guys and stare at Claire. I am so confused. That is definitely her but why would she have an ID that says Marie.

“Am I wrong?” Liam asks me.

I shake my head. “No, that is most definitely Claire. I can tell from the dirty looks she is sending me.”

“Weird. Her ID said Marie and it was her picture.”

I shrug not knowing why she would have a different ID. “Maybe she goes by her middle name.”

“Maybe. There wasn’t one on the ID.”

“Can you serve her for the rest of the night?”

Liam wraps an arm around my waist. “Whatever you need, baby girl.”

An hour passes and Claire is still here. Liam has kept his promise and served her but Liam took a break and a new customer sits down to her right. “Fuck me,” I mutter as I walk over to grab their order.

“Are you moving out anytime soon?” she says to me before I can walk away.

“Excuse me?”

She trails a finger around the rim of her wine glass. “Noah and I would appreciate if you moved your stuff out.”

I scoff. I know I should walk away but this bitch pisses me off. “As far as I am concerned that is still my home.”

“Doesn’t seem like it since you look like you moved on.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Your coworker. You two seem quite friendly.”

I hold back so I don’t blow up on her. “Oh you mean my friend.”

“The way he wrapped his arm around you looked awfully friendly.”

I clench my fist at my side. “That’s what friends do when they have your back.”

She raises a perfectly sculpted brow at me. “Whatever you say. I just want your stuff out. All those instruments are blocking my way in the sunroom.”

“As far as I know, Noah is doing you a favor by letting you stay there.”

She sneers at me. “Then why is he finding comfort in me since you moved out.”

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