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“Not possible. I already do.” I reply confidently before taking a bite out of my burger.
Chapter Nine
“This one time in Vegas, my friend and I spent two hours getting ready and my friend stepped out of the elevator into a pool of vomit and fell down into it.”
PEYTON
He wants to date me.
He wants to stay married and date me.
Having that conversation at lunch was a little surprising and left my head spinning.
I do my best with trying to concentrate while at work, but for the life of me, I’m pretty much Googling him and trying to find as much information on him that I can.
I switch over to Facebook and there’s a friend request on there.
From him.
Why is he friending me?
I accept his friend request and note that what Quinn and I were looking at was most definitely the public version. His feed is littered with personal stuff. He has friends, some of which look vaguely familiar posting articles and tagging him in photos. Some of which are from Las Vegas, but nothing looking too debaucherous.
There was a group image though, and there I am, sitting beside him. His arm is wrapped around my waist and my hand is sitting comfortably on his thigh. We’re leaning in together, smiling. Both of our set of friends are in the photo, and there’s a few bottles of vodka on the table in front of us.
The image was posted less than twenty-four hours ago by someone named Jason with a comment saying that this was found on his cloud.
I see the last thing that was updated on his profile is that he changed the relationship status to ‘married’ from single. There is a whole slew of comments of congrats and confusion underneath.
This change was made an hour ago and I’m not sure how I feel about it.
Shaking my head, I click through his photos, and notice that he does have a laid back side.
Today, he was wearing a dress shirt and dark jeans and while he wasn’t dressed in a suit—he still looked like he was working.
It’s interesting to see this other side to him. He’s commented on a few things here or there but hasn’t had a status update in a few weeks aside from his relationship change.
* * *
“So, you’re going to start dating your husband?” Quinn asks while I prep dinner for tonight.
“Apparently so. He said that there’s no difference in getting a divorce now, versus getting a divorce a month from now.” I say chopping up vegetables.
“So, you guys are going to stay married? How will that work with you guys living in two different places?”
“I don’t know. We’re winging it.” I shrug.
“And tonight, you’re making him dinner?”
“Yes, so, if you can maybe hang out at Hanna’s for a few hours?”
“Oh girl, I’ll do you better. I’ll pack an overnight bag.” Quinn stands to her full height, turns on her heel and basically skips towards her room.
I finish prepping the meal for tonight and just as Quinn is leaving, Max walks in. He surprises me walking into the kitchen with a bouquet of colorful wildflowers. He comes to my side, and gently kisses my cheek.
“Do you have a vase?” he asks.
I have my hands covered in enchilada sauce and point with my elbow to the cabinet behind me.
