Page 61 of Love Unforgettable
“The people at the bar. It’s him. The family, with the little girl.”
I turn my head slightly. She pulls at my shirt again.
“I said don’t look!” she hisses.
“Well, how am I supposed to know if they are lookin’ if I don’t look, sweetness?”
She sighs. “I don’t know. Shit. This is such a mess.”
“What do you mean, it’s him with the family? You talkin’ about the ex?”
“Yes. I’m just so . . . I don’t even know right now. He’s married, Cole. With a daughter and a baby on the way.”
I struggle real hard to keep my face neutral and just this side of sympathetic. But inside, I’m planning my victory parade and acceptance speech.
“Oh, Lexie.” I keep my voice low. I honestly don’t know what to say. Good riddance? Don’t let the door hit him on the ass on his way out? It’s clear he’s only got one oar in the water if he’s in this predicament to begin with.
“And I can’t find Kat or Remi anywhere and they promised they’d be here.”
“They are here, sweetness. You want me to get them for you?” I ask.
“They’re here? Wait, how do you know who my friends are? What friends?”
“Miss Kat and Miss Remi.”
“Oh, I guess you do know my friends. How do you know them?”
“We, uh, met in the parking lot and we all walked in together.”
“What’s with the ‘uh,’” she asks, her eyes narrowing.
“I’m not sure I want to tell you on account you already seem to be having a bad day.”
“Speak.”
“Well, seems as though Miss Mavis and Babs —”
“Can’t you just call them by their name, like you do with Babs?”
“Who?”
“I don’t know, everyone. I mean, you certainly don’t call me Miss Lexie any longer. Or even ma’am. Now it’s all sweetness and darlin’.” She attempts to mimic my accent without being very successful.
“It’s a sign of respect to them.”
“You don’t have to respect any of us. Not me, not Kat, not Remi, and definitely not Mavis.”
I look at her brows raised.
“You know what I mean,” she huffs. “Notno respect, obviously, but maybe not so much ‘respect.’”
I nod even though I really don’t understand what she means.
“Okay, continue,” she says.
“Continue what?” I ask.
“Wow, you have a shorter attention span than even I do,” she says. “You were telling me what happened with Kat and Remi in the parking lot.”
