Page 97 of Divorced from Number Thirty-Eight
His face softens as he glances down at her, the big man even gentler with his wife now that she’s pregnant than before—something I didn’t think was possible.
He touches her belly lightly, presses a kiss to the top of her head.
Then turns back to the board.
And scowls.
“Traitor!” he snaps, pointing his finger in Faye’s face.
I lean forward, ready to break it off for being so near my woman, but as I’ve learned, Faye is no wilting violet.
“Hush,” she says. “We’re all trying to win?—”
And we are.
Our Ticket to Ride showdowns get intense and today match is no exception.
Competitive fucks, the lot of us.
“—so quit bitching when someone makes a good move and deal with it.”
Aiden grins.
Leo looks away—though he does it glancing toward the front door again (and maybe I’m channeling Smitty’s inner matchmaker, but I just know it’s because he’s looking for Harper…who, as Luna said, isn’t here).
Smitty opens his mouth.
Closes it.
Then scowls and flops back on the couch. “You are all traitors.”
“Traitors who love you,” Kailey says.
“Speak for yourself,” Aiden mutters, earning a smack from Luna, who’s concentrating on her turn.
She places her pieces with a flourish then turns to Faye. “You’re coming with us to the game next week, right?”
“What game?”
“The Grizzlies game. Kailey and I are going.” A beat. “So are you.”
Faye’s eyes come to mine and there’s something in the chocolatey depths I can’t read. “We’ll see. I might have some work stuff.”
“At night?”
“You know my work doesn’t abide by normal office hours.”
Luna studies her, lips pressed flat, expression saying she doesn’t buy that.
And neither do I.
But if Faye doesn’t feel comfortable going then she’s not going.
No arguments allowed.
“I’ll let you know if that changes,” she adds firmly when it looks as though Luna will protest.
“I—”
