Page 62 of Mistletoe Missus
I muttered with confusion, “What? Why?”
“Just do it. Don’t argue with me, angel.”
I pressed the button to roll down the glass. “This is ridiculous. It’s freezing outside and—”
“Do you see anyone you recognize?” Mitt interrupted my ramblings with a question.
“You,” I answered.
Mitt chuckled.
God, his laugh was infectious.
“Anyone else?” he asked as he peered out my driver’s side window, and I followed his gaze.
I searched the people walking into the restaurant and the satisfied customers exiting the establishment. I couldn’t identify one familiar face, and my hungry stomach only growled louder. I was sure Mitt could hear it as he leaned over and gazed out my window. He was too close with his breath lingering on my neckas I felt the nip of the chilly air, which should leave me chilled to the bone. But the cold didn’t bother me because Mitt kept me warm.
All hot like chestnuts roasted on an open fire while Jack Frost nipped at my nose.
I was distracted again, unable to focus until my eyes found someone I knew through a window facing the street. He was seated above the entrance, and he wasn’t alone. He was sitting with a woman, but I didn’t recognize her.
Bewildered, a hand flew up to my mouth. “It’s Beau!”
My asshole ex was in the restaurant holding hands with a woman whowasn’tthe mother of his child—his secretary—whom he had proposed to after the news broke of their surprise pregnancy. He was in there with another woman after he had just tried to get back with me!
Scumbag! No. Beau Kingston was much bigger than a scumbag. He was a three-timing, no good asshole who deserved a massive kick to his junk. No woman should deck his balls because he had earned an enormous lump of coal.
“Asshole!” I whisper shouted.
I opened the car door while the truck beside me honked when I had room to leave my vehicle. My mind reeled as I took a couple of small steps forward. I was in an outraged trance. I paid no attention to the truck as it roared past because I was too engrossed at the sight of my ex as he kissed his date’s hand. I didn’t even notice Mitt beside me until he grabbed me and pulled me back from oncoming traffic.
“Be careful, Wife,” Mitt warned.
But I couldn’t turn away.
“I can’t believe Beau! He’s got a baby on the way, and he’s out having lunch with another woman?” I rambled with shock. “This madness has to end.”
I took a step forward, but Mitt grabbed my wrist. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m going to stop this.” I glared and tried to pull away from Mitt, but he was too strong. “Let me go, Mitt.”
“No,” he disagreed through clenched teeth.
“Beau can’t get away with this.” I argued.
I tugged repeatedly, and Mitt held on tight. My hand beat against his arm as I saw them kiss, and Beau escorted her away from the table. They were about to leave, and I’d miss my shot to destroy him while setting this poor unsuspecting woman free. Maybe she wasn’t so innocent herself and knew about Beau’s endless affairs, but it didn’t matter. All that counted was that I knew. I understood the truth and lived through the embarrassment. I walked through the pain my ex had dealt me, and he needed to pay the price.
“He won’t. I promise,” Mitt assured me.
“But you’re letting him get away!” I shouted.
“Cut the bratty attitude, Wife...” Mitt groaned as he pulled me up against him, puffing in my ear. He turned me to face the restaurant. “Look at whatIdid for you.”
A crowd of people were gathered outside of the entrance, but this mob wasn’t the customers waiting in line. Paparazzi waited outside. As soon as the unsuspecting couple walked into their hungry grasp, the paparazzi swallowed them whole with endless questions. Their voices were obnoxiously loud, endlessly asking about their secret love affair and bombarded with flashes from cameras. The press was hot on Beau’s ass as he hissed threats at them and threw a tantrum for all to see. His outburst was at the level of a two-year-old as he grabbed a camera and threw it into the street. A car horn blared after the camera shattered a windshield and caused damage.
I couldn’t believe everything going down in front of me, and I didn’t even have to do a thing. Mitt had called in a tip to thepaparazzi, and Beau had acted like his true self. A rich, spoiled jerk unable to get his own way, but now he could take his rotten behavior and cry for daddy’s help behind bars.
Beau Kingston’s arrest would make front-page news and take me out of the limelight. I had gotten the attention I had wanted and now Beau would get his. Except he’d hate every moment, and I was thrilled.
