Page 13 of Ugly Duckling
“That’s a given.” Jackson rolled his eyes.
I gritted my teeth to keep from spewing verbal word vomit at him.
Asshole.
“Well, if you’re both fine with these terms, then we’re done here. The judge will sign off on the divorce, and we’re finished.”
We all stood up, me faster than the others.
I was desperate to go for a run to clear my head.
“Enjoy the sperm,” Jackson said as he pushed past me on the way out the door.
I gritted my teeth. “I will.”
I wouldn’t, but he didn’t need to know that.
Prick.
Two
Fill me up, Daddy.
—Coffee cup
GUNNER
“No way.” My fellow club member, Cutter, shook his head, raising his beer in the air. “There’s no fuckin’ way that you can just go run a marathon.”
“Bet,” I said as I took a swallow of my fourth beer. “And I can do it pushing Lottie’s stroller.”
The whole room burst into laughter.
“There’s no fuckin’ way, man,” Cutter said. “I’ve watched my wife run those. She has to train her ass off to get one done.”
I shrugged. “Trust me when I say, I can do it.”
“Prove it,” Copper goaded me. “If you can actually run one, prove it. Milena, when’s the next marathon close to us?”
Milena looked up with a frown, her margarita halfway to her mouth. “Why would I know?”
“Because you’re the runner in the family.” Copper chuckled. “Do you have a way to look it up?”
“Sure,” she said. “Give me a minute.”
“Why are you so confident that you can run it?” Cakes, another club member, asked.
“Because running is fairly easy for me. I may not actually know the distance I run, but athletics has always just come easy. I run until I feel like stopping.”
“You run until you feel like stopping.” Cakes shook his head. “I run, and I can get like two miles before I’m dying.”
“Usually, I can get about an hour in until I really need a drink. Then I stop,” I explained.
“There’s one tomorrow,” Milena offered up. “It’s Halloween themed, and in Los Colinas.”
“Sounds perfect, sign Gunner up,” Cutter declared. “If he runs it without dying, then he can choose what we have for dinner at the next barbeque.”
I snorted. “That sounds more like a punishment than a reward.”
