Page 72 of Say I Do

I finally relaxed as I checked my texts. Harlow had messaged me several times.

Psycho husband: How long is your meeting?

Psycho husband: I want to go shopping.

Psycho husband: These two arekillingme. Why did you leave me here? It’s like I’m a trophy wife talking to other trophy wives! What am I supposed to say??

Psycho husband: I hate you

I laughed as I shook my head. He was so goddamn impatient. I knew the truth was that he was awkward around my family, but he needed to get to know all of them. Once he did, I knew he’d be alright.

Me: Don’t judge them so quickly. Tex is great, and if you ask about his mom, he’ll talk your ear off. Ash just wants to talk about the puppy he bought Giancarlo, Molly. Do that, and they’ll talk forever, and you have to say nothing.

Psycho husband: THANK YOU

I laughed as I continued to scroll through my messages. There was another message I’d missed.

Doc: I’ll be coming by today to look at you again. I heard there was a fork accident.

I groaned. “Who told Mel?”

“I did,” Enzo said. “Seriously, you should let her check you out.”

“I’m fine,” I muttered.

“You’re getting beat up by your husband,” Enzo said.

I groaned so hard it hurt. “Don’t make it sound like that! We argue, and then we’re fine. I’m not being beaten up!”

“Sure,” Enzo muttered.

“You know what—”

Giancarlo choked out a laugh. “It’s not funny, but it’s kind of funny,” he said. “Poor Benito is finally,finallygetting his ass kicked. I feel like this is karma for years of you fucking me up.”

My eyes narrowed. “Want to continue the trend?” I asked as I cracked my knuckles.

Giancarlo popped up out of his chair. “I better get back. Ash is calling me.”

“I didn’t hear anything. Did you?” I asked as I turned to Enzo.

Enzo shook his head. “His phone died before we even got here. Ash has been texting me.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Gin grinned before he turned on his heels and fled. I cracked a smile despite how much I tried to hold it back. When he was gone, I turned to Enzo, who stared at me.

“What?” I asked.

“You like him.”

“Gin?” I asked. “Of course.”

“No, Harlow,” he said, exasperation in his tone. “When you text him, you can’t stop smiling. You like him.” He paused. “Are you in love with him?”

I opened my mouth and shut it again. What we had was what we had. Harlow and I seemed fine with the current status quo. We fought, we fucked, we made up. What more was there?

“I’m good where I am,” I said finally.

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