Page 88 of Owned By The Cowboy
“Are you living with someone?”
“That’s not really your business.”
“It is my business when it involves my children.”
“They’re my children too. And we’re doing fine.”
“I’ll call you back,” he says, and the line goes dead.
I stare at my phone for a second, my heart pounding. This is not good. This is really not good.
“Everything okay?” Blayne asks, setting down the box.
“Yeah,” I lie. “Everything’s fine.”
But it’s not fine. Richard heard Blayne’s voice, and now he knows I’m not living alone. And if I know my ex-husband, he’s not going to let this go.
Twenty Four
Blayne
Something’s off with Reggie. Has been since that phone call yesterday, and she’s pretending everything’s fine when it’s clearly not.
I’m in the kitchen making coffee when she comes downstairs, already dressed and looking like she didn’t sleep much.
“Morning,” I say, handing her a mug.
“Morning. Thanks.”
She takes a sip and stares out the window at nothing. The kids are still asleep, house is quiet, and normally this is our time. To whisper together like teenagers in love, laugh, make-out… just be happy, in love. But she’s somewhere else entirely.
“You gonna tell me what’s eating at you?” I ask.
“Nothing’s eating at me.”
“Bullshit. You’ve been weird since that call yesterday.”
“I’m not being weird.”
“Reggie.”
She sighs and sits down at the table. “It was Richard.”
“Figured. What’d he want?”
“To visit. Says he misses the kids.”
“And?”
“And he heard your voice in the background.”
Ah. There it is. “So?”
“So now he knows I’m living with someone.”
“That a problem?”
“I don’t know, Blayne. Maybe. He was… he sounded mad when he figured it out. Like he was planning something.”
