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“I got it,” Mom spoke up, opening a cabinet and pulling down a spare lunch box.
Covering her mouth with both hands, Raina shook her head as she continued to gape back and forth between me and Emma. “But she’s amom. And so much older than you.”
Unable to take this, I snatched a blueberry muffin to distract her. When her eyes widened with glee, I told Brey, “I’ll be out in the truck, waiting.” And I hurried toward the exit.
Except Emma was there, still just…lingering.
Our eyes met, and I faltered a step, but she rushed to the side saying, “Sorry.”
I murmured a lame, “Excuse me,” and then inhaled a rush of fresh air as I exploded outside.
“Oh my God!” Raina repeated, keeping pace with me as I marched toward my truck, realizing I’d basically just left without telling anyone goodbye. “She’s got to be a dozen years older than you.”
“Nine,” I bit out, sending her a harsh, please-shut-up glance.
But there was no quieting her. Eyes bugging even bigger, she screeched, “So it’s really true? You had sex with her? Is that boy your son?”
“What? Oh my God,no!”
When I sent her an outraged glance, she only shrugged. “I mean, he has your blond hair.”
“No,” I argued, shaking my head. “He has his fatherRobbie’sblond hair. Not mine. Besides, the kid was, like, already two years old when we—” Wondering why I was telling her this, I lifted my hands. “Never mind.”
She opened her mouth again, so I took a big bite of the muffin to distract her, but she only scoffed. “That’s not going to worknow, I hope you know.”
I rolled my eyes as we reached my truck just as a voice called from behind me, “Hey, Foster. Wait up.”
Raina and I paused and glanced over together to see Emma jogging down the walk toward us.
“Oh, look,” Raina snarked dryly. “It’s the cougar.”
“Shit, shit, shit,” I muttered under my breath, glancing around for a grand escape plan but finding none.
Next to me, Raina folded her arms over her chest a little too smugly for my taste. “Well, this should be interesting.”
I sent her a dark glance and tensed as Kacey’s mother drew close.
“Hey,” she greeted in a much more intimate tone as she reached me, then went as far as to set a hand on the side of my arm.
My jaw bunched, but I said nothing, feeling sick as she stepped close and said in a low voice, “I just wanted to thank you for the other day.”
I squinted at her with no idea what she was talking about, while Raina popped her face over Emma’s shoulder, asking, “What happened the other day?”
“At the soccer game,” Emma clarified with a lowering of her chin as she kept eye contact with me.
I lowered my chin as well. “O…kay,” I answered slowly. “What did I do at the soccer game?”
She laughed as if I were being cute. “With Robbie,” she said, lifting her eyebrows encouragingly. Then, when I still didn’t seem to catch on, she finally flat-out said, “You didn’t tell him about us.”
“Oh!” I straightened, glad to figure out what she meant, only to shake my head. But why the fuck would I tell her husband that I’d had sex with his wife while she wasn’t his wife? “Yeah,” I mumbled lamely and glanced at Raina, who was watching me in confusion as if trying to figure out when I would’ve been with her if she was still with Noah’s dad.
“It’s just…” Emma went on confidentially. “Our marriage is rocky enough right now as it is…”
Next to me, Raina exploded, “Oh my God! She’sstillmarried?”
I could feel my face heat into a flaming, red-hot fireball, and I lifted my hands to shut Emma up right there. “You know what,” I told her. “Your marriage is none of my business. I don’t need to know anything about it.”
She nodded. “Right. Right. Sorry.” The back door opened, and both Brey and Kacey started out the back door, carrying backpacks and lunch boxes.
