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“Stay,” he demanded. “Your food will be here in a few.” He tossed me the TV remote and then stood.
“Where are you going?” I asked as he went to the door.
He flashed a grin. “Testing to see if I’ve still got my hot streak.”
Chapter 2
Tavy moaned in pleasure as she polished off the last bite of her burger. “That was the best thing I’ve ever had. I want to make love to it. I want to have its babies.”
I dunked my fry into a blob of ketchup. “You’re a weirdo.”
“Pot, meet kettle.”
I took a cloth napkin and wiped my greasy fingers.
“So, are we going to talk about it?” she asked.
“The jail thing or the Knox thing?”
“The jail thing happened because of the Knox thing.”
“I’d rather not talk about the Knox thing. I’d rather burn every memory I have of him out of my mind and pretend he’s ash.”
She sighed. “What are you going to do?”
“End it, of course,” I said, glancing down at the two-carat diamond on my finger. I’d been overwhelmed by the ring when he’d proposed.
Nothing but the biggest and the best for my girl, he’d said.
I never admitted to him that it felt too big for my hand. Like it didn’t look quite right on my finger.
An omen, clearly.
The wedding was in three months. There was more than enough time to cancel and alert the guests.
And my parents.
That’ll be fun…
“I feel like a cliché,” I said to Tavy. “A young, foolish woman who got swept away by a man’s charm and muscles.”
“Well, he has a lot of them,” Tavy agreed. “Being an amateur MMA fighter will do that.”
“Why did you never like him?” I asked.
“I don’t know.” She frowned. “It was just…a feeling. Like he wasn’t always being truthful or genuine. Like he was showing us what we wanted to see, not what really was.”
“Classic manipulator and narcissist.”
“You can’t blame yourself,” she said quietly. “Not for falling for him, and certainly not for him cheating on you.”
“Do you really have to leave?” I asked. “Do you really have to go be an adult?”
“I kinda do,” she said sadly. “Plus, this my chance, you know? To get closer to my dad. That’s why I took the job in Waco.”
“Yeah, I get it. As much as I want to be selfish and demand you stay and be my emotional support animal, I know you’ve got to go live your own life.”
“Woof, woof,” she jested. “Just do me a favor. Don’t buy a purse dog and take it everywhere with you. A dog is not a crutch.”
