Page 102 of Pretty Little Thing


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My heart leaps as Robbie shuffles his way back toward our hiding place.

“Well, I was right,” he says, stopping in front of us.

We lean in.

“Right about what?” I ask with wide eyes.

“If you walk up to the counter and say, ‘Hey, I know I don’t go here, but can I check your showers for a man with bright, blue eyes?’ they will ask you to leave.”

I deflate. “You didn’t see him?”

He shakes his head. “I did not. Sorry, Nora.”

“Thanks anyway, Rob.”

“Don’t mention it.” He shifts back a step. “Now, if you ladies will excuse me, I have to get back to work.”

Melanie snorts. “Sure ya do.”

He smirks. “What part of that do you find so unbelievable, Mel?”

“All of it,” she says. “Just… the whole thing.”

“You know, most men wouldn’t say this, but I wish you were more like your mother.”

She grits her teeth in offense. “What did you just say?”

Trix rolls her eyes at me. “Oh, boy.”

“You heard me,” Robbie says, twisting to face Melanie. “Glenn and Francie don’t doubt me at all. They encourage and support me, unlike you. In fact, I’m going to tell them about this next weekend.”

“N… next weekend?” she repeats.

“That’s right.” He nods.

“What’s next weekend?”

“My monthly dinner with your parents.”

Her face turns beet red. “Your what?”

“I have dinner with your parents once a month,” he says with a shrug. “You didn’t know?”

“No, I didn’t know!” she seethes. “Why do you still have dinner with my parents?”

“Because they’re awesome.”

“Bullshit.” She points a finger at him. “What are you up to?”

“I’m not up to anything, Mel. I’ve always had a good relationship with your parents. Don’t make this some kind of conspiracy. I like hanging out with them and they enjoy keeping in touch with me, so we have dinner.”

“Not after the divorce is finalized! After that, you’re supposed to go away.”

“Says who?” he asks.

“Says everybody!”

I break away from the group and walk toward Clive’s car as their argument surges on behind me.

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