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If the situation wasn’t so awful, David would’ve laughed at that; she seemed to have plenty of words.
Making a noticeable effort to calm her shit, Jules took several lung-filling breaths and said, “No, actually, I do have more words. But first, I need to know if you meant what you said that morning in Paige’s kitchen, or if it was just bullshit?”
“I meant every word,” he said with sincerity, without hesitation. “It wasn’t bullshit.”
Jules’s expression softened a tiny bit, although it was so tiny, he almost missed it. “Then why did you let yourself think the things you were thinking? Shame on you, David, for attaching the best moments of her life with blame, or what might have been the best moments of yours. I mean, if you’d been dropping Jacob off at Ashley’s and then hooking up with random women in bars, then yeah, I think a little blame might be in order. But spending time with the woman you’re trying to make a future with? No.
“Now I’m done. But before I hang up on your dumb ass, I have some advice for you, so listen up. If you plan on fixing this—”
“I do.”
“—then you better grovel like your life depends on it, motherfucker. Because it does.”
Jules immediately disconnected the call, and after putting the phone back in Paige’s purse with a satisfied smile, looked up to see Evan leaning back against the bar, arms folded across his chest, and watching her with unconcealed interest and a side of Holy shit.
She held his gaze for a long moment, then winked at him.
Chapter 62
While David sat in his car and waited for Paige in the semi-lit parking lot of her apartment building, he texted Evan.
DAVID: Ashley’s giving me custody.
Evan’s response was almost immediate.
DICK: Holy shit, that’s prodigious!
DAVID: Please use normal words.
DICK: What? That is a normal word.
DICK: Anyway, since congratulations are in order, why don’t you come to the bar and we’ll have a celebratory drink?
DAVID: I can’t tonight. Another time.
DICK: Okay. Make it soon, though.
DAVID: I will.
DICK: I’m going to want all the details on the meet with Ashley, too.
DAVID: You got it.
He set his phone down, then leaned back in his seat, and just as his eyes closed there was a sharp knock at his window, startling the shit out of him.
To his disappointment, it wasn’t Paige.
“Hello, David,” Mrs. Harte said. “What are you doing out here?”
He rolled down the window. “Waiting for Paige to come home, because I need to talk to her.”
“Why don’t you just call and talk to her, then, instead of loitering in the parking lot for God knows how long?”
The suggestion was delivered with enough friendliness to make it not offensive. “I tried that earlier, but it didn’t work out very well, so I decided talking in person would be better.”
She gave him a probing look before saying, “Are you two having another ‘misunderstanding’?”
“Sort of.”
