Page 47 of One Last Time
“I’m not even divorcedyet!”
Danielle rolls her eyes. “Who gives a shit? There’s no timer on recovery. If you like him, why can’t you datehim?”
“Do you remember why you showed up here in the first place?” I remindher.
“Did your friend screw anyone while she was still living with herhusband?”
We’re back to the friend thing again. “No. Never. She was loyal to afault.”
“Then, I’ll get complete clarification, but she should be fine. And the only thing we’ll worry about is if she’s insane for walking away from a guy that looks like that!” She points to the file folder with Noah’s picture on thefront.
The doorbell rings, and we both stand. I’m excited to see my kids, but I know who’s waiting with them—him.
I look to Danni, who nods. Here wego.
When I open the door, Aubrey’s smile causes me to forget all the worries I had. She’s the bright light in this dark storm. “Mommy!” Her arms are wide, and I scoop herup.
“I missed you so much!” I bury my nose in her hair and breathe my little girl in. “Oh, did you eat vitamins andgrow?”
“No!” She giggles. “I’m thesame.”
“Finn!” I crouch low, and he puts his arm around my neck. “Hi,buddy.”
“Hey,” he says with a huff. “Can I go to myroom?”
“Sure.” I kiss his head, not caring that he’s too cool for itanymore.
Aubrey gives me another squeeze as I clutch her tight. I don’t think I truly allowed myself to feel how much I missed them. My heart feels so full having my babies withme.
I look over, and Scott’s frame fills the door. “Hi,” I say as I put Aubreydown.
“Hi. Right.” Hesnorts.
The urge to roll my eyes is strong, but I shove it aside. He thinks he has something, and he has no idea that I know. “Honey.” I squat, taking Aubrey’s hands in mine. “Why don’t you go take your bag to your room and put your thingsaway?”
“Okay, Mommy.” She looks back to Scott and rushes toward him. “Bye,Daddy.”
“Bye, baby. I’ll see you soon,okay?”
Her head drops, and she nods. “I loveyou.”
He kisses her head. “I loveyou.”
At least he can still be a good father. I stand here with my hand over my heart as she rushes to the back, giving us amoment.
“Have a good weekend with them?” I ask. My goal is to lead theconversation.
“I did. I hear you had a great weekend,too.”
“Didyou?”
I’m not giving him a damn thing. He wanted a divorce, he can deal with the actuality of what that means. My life is no longer his damn concern. “So, I’ll see you in two weeks.” I place my hand on the edge of the door, but he doesn’t take thehint.
“How long have you been seeing another man behind my back?” Scott folds his arms across hischest.
I let out a short laugh. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, however, two days ago you were saying how we needed to meet at a neutral location to”—I lift my hand and make air quotes—“keep thingsseparate.”
He glares at me. “Ha! You admit to fucking another man behind my back? How many times? Is that why you refused me so manytimes?”
