Page 117 of Stuck With You
I laugh. “Have you lost your mind? Miles, you made me out to be a villain. Publicly. We’re divorced.”
He takes a step closer. “I told them we’d resolved all that. Couples reconcile all the time, especially in the industry.”
I close my eyes, trying to breathe, as the kind of anger that’s new for me begins to boil. I should be surprised, but I’m not. This man and his narcissism nevercease to amaze me.
I inhale and exhale, trying to wrap my head around how I’m supposed to respond. I’ve known he’s a perpetual liar. But this. What the actual fuck?!
It was only ever a show to him. Build something that looks like a family, but never actually be one. He just wanted someone to look and act the part. Now, he wants to use the kids for the same reason.
I sway a little, feeling like I might vomit.
“Sarah.” He says my name, and I want to scream. His hands wrap around my elbows to pull me closer, but I’m lost in the abyss of the sickening reality.
“Come with me. It will be just us thistime. I promise.”
Chapter 28
SLADE
“Piece of shit!”
I hear a clang and bang echo from the kitchen.
“Uh . . . Carson says he needs a line wrench to replace the shut-off valve under the sink,” Krissy says, dropping another flattened cardboard box onto the pile.
I lift her flat screen onto the makeshift stand, which will have to do for now.
She rests her hands on her hips. “It’s looking good. There’s still a ton to do, but we’ve assembled all the big stuff. I should be set to stay tonight.”
“Are you sure they switched out the locks from the previous tenant?”
She rolls her eyes. “Stone Cold, you’ve got to chill. I checked with them twice already.”
Luke and Trig come around the corner and drop onto the couch.
“Seriously, how many clothes can one person wear? I’m not hauling any more hangers. They have messed up my hands.” Trig inspects his palms and fingers.
“Does Carson need me to run home and get the wrench?”
Wind exits the kitchen, where Carson is battling the plumbing. “Yeah. He looked in his toolbox but didn’t have the right one.”
I nod. “I’ll grab the rest of the boxes and be back.”
“Hold on.” Krissy disappears into the kitchen and returns, tossing me a mailer envelope. She forced me, first thing this morning, to spit in the tiny tube, and now I’m sure my DNA will be broadcast all over the globe.
“Put that in the mailbox.” She smiles sweetly. “Oh, and grab the beer from your fridge. I’ll order the pizza.”
“Make sure to bring back some Pedialyte for Princess Leia.” Trig tips his head at Luke.
“Hey, you’ll thank me for not drinking when I have to haul your ass home.” Luke has settled in with this group just fine. “Also, Pedialyte is amazing at replenishing electrolytes.”
I find my keys and head home.
Pulling into my driveway, I see a black Range Rover parked at Sarah’s. Climbing out, I glance across the street, fully aware it’s none of my business if she has visitors, but I haven’t forgotten Roxie asking me if I’d be around.
I toss the wrench in my truck, then head inside to use the bathroom and carry down the rest of her boxes. With the case of beer in my hand, I hear a rapid knock on my front door.
Apparently, I don’t move fast enough, and the quick tapping resumes. I tug open the door, and Brandon stands, cradling his snarling rat.
