Page 50 of Spike's Perdition
“Iamkinda hungry,” she admits. “There’s a diner just up the street where I was gonna grab a quick bite to eat. You can join me if you want.”
Ivory steps around me to walk toward the restaurant, leaving me to follow. And shamelessly, I do.
“Just the two of you?” the hostess asks when we enter.
“Yes,” I confirm. “And if you’ve got a booth near the back, that’d be great.”
“Picky much,” Ivory mutters.
“As a matter of fact,” I begin as the hostess leads us through the diner. “Yes, I am. I like to be able to see the entire restaurant. Makes it easier to see any threats before trouble happens.”
We slide into the booth, and the hostess tosses the menus onto the table before walking away.
“You expecting trouble?” Ivory asks.
“Always.”
I don’t bother looking at the menu, but I remain silent while Ivory peruses her options. After the waitress comes to take our order, we’re finally alone.
“So, pregnant, huh?”
That’s the best you can do, idiot?
“Yep.”
“And you’re what… about five months along?”
“Same as Aubrey.”
“That bothers you,” I say dryly. “Why?”
“Because that means you slept with me while you weren’t exactly free to do so.”
“Wait a minute…” I shake my head. “I was, and still am, completelyfree, as you put it, to fuck whoever the hell I want.”
“And that’s all I was to you… a good fuck.” Tears glisten in her eyes, and she can’t stop them from spilling over. “Glad to know where I stand.”
“I’m sorry, Ivory,” I begin. “But, clearly, you’ve found someone else so what’s it matter?”
“It matt?—”
“Here ya go,” the waitress says as she slides our plates onto the table. “I’ll be right back with your drinks.”
“Excuse me,” Ivory mumbles and slips out of the booth to rush to the bathroom.
By the time she returns, our drinks have been delivered, and I’m halfway through my burger.
“This was a mistake,” she says when she sits.
“Just eat,” I instruct, no heat in my tone. “I’m sure the baby’s hungry.”
Ivory chuckles, genuine happiness shining through for the first time since we bumped into each other. “That he is.”
“He?”
Her head whips up, and her eyes widen. “Uh, yeah. I’m having a boy.”
How is it that I don’t even know what Glitter’s having?
