“Let’s get you a table. Is this your new guy?”
Greer blushed. “No, this is my friend, Xander Thorson. I had a bit of an accident this morning and he was there to help.”
Kelsey smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, I just figured since you and Sam weren’t together, you’d moved up.”
Greer blinked at her, completely floored. “Huh? Sam and I didn’t break up.”
Kelsey looked as though she was about to fall over with shock. “You…you didn’t?”
“No, what gave you that idea?”
Greer was very much aware of Xander at her back, but her heart was racing too fast, her palms sweating buckets. She had a feeling that Kelsey was about to drop a huge bomb on her and she almost wished she could take back the question.
“He…he’s here with Patty Simcox.”
Greer almost burst out laughing with relief. “So? They work together. It makes sense they would have lunch together.”
Kelsey lowered her voice. “Greer, they’re having more than lunch. They’re making out in the back booth.”
Her stomach dropped out, and humiliation boiled through her bloodstream, burning her skin. Why the hell did he have an engagement ring for her if he was messing around with someone else.
Then something occurred to her. What if the ring hadn’t been for her?
Her emotions warred within her; confusion, anger, and…acceptance? She was embarrassed that he’d made a fool of her, but the one good thing about this whole scenario is that after she confronted him, she was going to be free.
“Right or the left?” she asked.
“They’re in the right-hand side. Just don’t break anything.”
Greer appreciated Kelsey’s attempt to lighten the mood, but Greer aimed to cause a scene. Sam sneaking around on her, coming into her favorite restaurant and making an idiot out of her would not stand.
Greer turned to Xander with a tight smile, taking in his somber expression. “Do you mind if we take our meal to go?”
“No.”
“Good. I’ll be right back.”
Greer marched through the restaurant to the last booth on the right. She stopped at the edge of the table, waiting for the two of them to come up for air and notice her. Sam’s back was to her, but Patty’s blue eyes popped open wide as she jerked away from Sam.
“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked, before he turned around. The minute his gaze met Greer’s, all the color drained from his face. She’d always thought Sam was handsome, but now, all she saw was a black-haired worm in a nice suit.
“I guess you didn’t get my messages?” Greer said pleasantly.
“Greer, I—
She held up her hand to cut him off. “No need to explain. I mean, while I was getting checked out in the hospital for a possible brain bleed, my boyfriend was getting it on with his coworker. Nice to see you, Patty. Is that a new shade of lipstick? If it’s one of those long-lasting ones, I’d get my money back because it is all over Sam’s lips.”
Sam’s mouth opened and closed a few times like a guppy. He was obviously trying to come up with some reasonable explanation for why he was sucking face with another woman.
“It’s not what you think,” he said.
She laughed at his lack of creativity. At least he could have said he wasn’t Sam, but his evil twin.
“Oh, please, enlighten me, as to what kind of work emergency requires the two of you to swap spit?”
“There’s no need to be vulgar,” he said.
“Vulgar? Vulgar? I catch you cheating on me in my favorite restaurant, and I’m vulgar?” She was just about to turn and leave but paused to knock his glass over, satisfied when he jumped with a curse as ice landed in his lap.