Page 132 of Breach of Honor

“You and Will… and the other woman.” She sighed, letting her frustration show.

Knew it.

“Typical Lily.” I laughed. “What about the other woman? Do you think I should call her up and ask her to please leave the love of my life alone? Or maybe she could give me some tips on what Will wants so I can keep him? Nah, I don’t think she would. He’s too freaking handsome and charming. She’d never give him up… just like I don’t want to.”

Jeez, I sounded pathetic.

“Oh, hell no! You’ll never beg some two-bit ho to leave your man alone.” Lily gripped the steering wheel tightly. I sensed her rant was only getting started. “What I really think is that you should kick his ass to the curb. He’s nothing but a rich, spoiled brat who’s taken for granted the sweetest woman he’ll ever find. He doesn’t deserve you. Just let him go already!”

She had escalated to explosive.

“I love him!” I yelled back. “I need him like the air I breathe.”

Lily cackled like the Wicked Witch of the West. I’d always hated it when she did that. It made me feel like an idiot, but I guess I was for staying with a cheater.

“You don’t understand! I know he still loves me. I can feel it in the depths of my heart. He still loves me. He treats me like I’m everything to him. He’s sweet, tender, and he—”

“Just stop, Miranda!” She inhaled a deep breath. “He doesn’t respect you. If he did, he wouldn’t be withhertonight.”

The weight of her words crushed me, squeezing the air out of my lungs. A knife to the heart would have been kinder.

“Just take me home. You can keep my car overnight.”

“No, we’re here.” We had pulled up to the restaurant valet.

“I’m not feeling it tonight. Have some compassion for my breaking heart.” I pushed out my lower lip, trying to appeal to her sensitive side.

“Listen, I know I was harsh. It’s just I love you so damn much, and I don’t want to see you treated like shit. Let me take care of you. We’ll have a good meal and some girl time.” She could be so sweet with her angelic smile, but she also used her charms to play me like a fiddle.

“Fine,” I begrudgingly agreed, getting out of the car.

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