Page 20 of Blindsided By Fake Love

“Beau’s attorney.” I don’t meet her gaze when I answer. Instead, I pretend to be doing something on the computer. “He was calling with an update on the annulment process.”

“Oh,” Gen’s voice lifts at the end. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

When I glance up at her, her eyes are dancing. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“What do you mean?” She huffs out a laugh and sits in one of the chairs lined against the wall, a smirk on her face.

“That look.” I stare at her pointedly and circle my face with my hand. “What’s with that look?”

“Nothing.” She snorts.

“Sure,” I scoff and shake my head. Even though I know exactly what she’s thinking, there’s no way I’m going to talk about this situation with her. “What brings you by today?”

“Oh no, you don’t!” Gen stands up and moves to sit on the desk. “We’re not changing the subject.”

“I thought we were done with the subject?” I heave out a sigh. “We got married. Soon, we won’t be. End of story.”

“End of story? End of story?!”

“Yes. End of story. It’s simple. Why does it need to be complicated?”

“Because nothing about you and Beau is simple,” Genevieve insists. “I mean, c’mon, Kit! The first time you see him in years—YEARS—you get married. Then you come home to find he’s living around the corner.” Her eyes are so large they resemble saucers.

“It’s not fate, Gen. He called his attorney.” I roll the pencil on the desk, not picking my head up. My shoulders slump. “It’s obvious this is what he wants.”

“The only obvious thing is that he did what you asked.” She jams a finger in my arm.

Standing up, the chair slides across the wood floor. I walk to the treatment room with Genevieve close on my heels. “Can we not talk about this right now?” Grabbing the disinfectant, I spray the table Sammy Sosa was on and wipe it down.

When I glance over at Gen, she’s leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed. A gleam in her eyes. “Sure. What are your plans for this afternoon?”

Well, that question brings us full circle. Not making eye contact with Genevieve, I let her know that Beau and his mentee, Jack Samuels, will be coming by in a little bit. She doesn’t say a word, but her quirked eyebrow and crooked grin say it all.

“Jack likes animals, so I mentioned you might be willing to help show him the ropes of dog training.” Her eyes are burning a hole in my face. Luckily, she doesn’t say what she’s really thinking.

“Of course.” Her answer is straightforward, but a tinge of humor is lacing it. “Just tell Beau to reach out to me, and we can arrange something.”

A tinkling sound from up front can be heard, and my head whips in the direction of the door. Gen notices it, wiggling her eyebrows. “Or maybe I can just let him know myself.”

Chuckling, I follow behind her, fighting to hold back a goofy grin that wants to creep upon my face.

“Ugh,” Genevieve groans, and immediately, I know the person out front is not Beau. “What areyoudoing here?”

My gut twists when I notice Scott standing by my desk, his hands shoved in his pockets.

“Nice to see you too, Genevieve.” Scott has the dignity to appear somewhat ashamed as he responds. “I wanted to talk to Kit.”

Genevieve turns to me, and I can see the anger glittering in her eyes. “Do you want me to stay?”

“I’m good,” I respond, shaking my head. As I head to the door with her, she turns and kisses me on the cheek.

“I can’t wait to hear more about this new man.” Her eyes sparkle. I clear my throat and scratch my head, trying not to laugh aloud. Then she peers over my shoulder and stares at Scott. “From what you’ve told me, he’s amazing. Bye, Scott.” She smirks, and wiggles her fingers as she waves goodbye.

Not wanting to be anywhere alone with him, I follow Gen out onto the porch and wave as she gets into her car.

“New man?” Scott says, standing close behind me. My skin crawls, and I step forward before turning around to face him. His gaze burns with anger.

“From how you left me at the altar in Vegas, I’m pretty sure I don’t owe you any explanations.” I cross my arms and glare at him.

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