Page 48 of One Last Time
I hear someone clear their throat from behind me. “Oh, hi, Scott,” Danielle says with a sweet tone. “How are youdoing?”
His eyes meet mine and then go back to her. “Danielle, I didn’t know you werehere.”
I turn my back to him. “Scott is under the impression I wasunfaithful.”
“Unfaithful?” she says with shock. “That’scrazy.”
“I know.” I look back, meeting his eyes. “Especially since it was him who had a bunch of questionable texts, long weekends, and large gifts on the credit card for his co-worker.”
There’s no way I could miss the flash of awareness that plays across his face. Yeah, that’s right, Isuspected.
Shetsks. “Why would you ever think she was having anaffair?”
He cracks his neck and mumbles under his breath. “Tell me, Kris, how was your date with NoahFrazier?”
“You mean my meeting for the article I’m writing?” I hope he feels like the idiot he is. “I’d really love to talk, but I have company and need to get the kids settled. Thanks for dropping them off.” I move forward while I push the door. He is either going to move or the door will close on him . . . his choice. “You can pick them up on Wednesday from Danielle’s for your weekday dinner. Bye,now.”
He moves backward with his mouth open. “Areyou—”
“See you soon,” I say when there is less than an inch ofspace.
The satisfaction rocks through me. I’m not the meek little housewife he wanted. I’m on my own, starting over, and I’ll be damned if his voice will fill my headanymore.
Danielle stands there with her fingers on her lips. “Wow,” shebreathes.
“Was thatbad?”
“No, that wasepic.”
I fall into the chair, feeling drained but proud. I stood up to him. I didn’t fall apart or try to explain away his accusations. Maybe Danielle is right and I’m getting the old Kristin back. One that has been smothered and refuses to stay down anylonger.
Watch outworld.
Chapter Fourteen
Kristin
I standat Erica’s desk while she reads over the article. My nerves are through the roof as I wait for any feedback. It’s so different from what I did years ago. I don’t just go where the story is and wing it. No, not only do I have to smash everything important into fewer than a thousand words, but I also need to make it catchy enough that people won’t click away from it in two seconds. Television storytelling is a whole otherworld.
“Hmm,” she says and puts the paperdown.
“Is that a goodhmm?”
Erica places both hands in the air, moving them around a bit. “You’ve had a change. The coloring is different around you. Verypink.”
Here we go again. This girl needs meds and to lay off the acid. “I’m wearingblue.”
“I know what you’re wearing, Kristin, but your aura is adjusting to whatever is going on in yourlife.”
Ah. My aura, again, I should’ve known. How silly of me. Erica moves around the desk, standing very much in my space. “I like the article. You were funny and got more than I thought you would. He isn’t known for being open in interviews. This is all good, and he must’ve likedyou—”
“Liked me?” Iinterrupt.
She moves over to where she has rolled yoga mats. “Yes, he called thismorning.”
My eyes go wide, but I don’t say anything. I have no idea what would make him call my boss, but there’s no shortage of inappropriate things that could have prompted it. What if he told her I kissed him or got drunk and pulled him into the pool? I should’ve known this was never going to work, even if he did kind of promise that we were going to startover.
Damnit.
