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Theo’s face falls.

I don't yell at him. I make a point not to. I grew up with enough yelling to last a lifetime, and I swore to myself the first time I held him that he’d never have a father who yelled.

The window rolls back up, but I catch one last glimpse of his face before it disappears behind the glass.

Then Veronica starts talking again and the anger comes roaring back.

“You need to leave.”

“Simon—”

“No. Do not contact me again today.”

“Are you serious?”

“Completely. You showed up uninvited. You started a fight in front of my son. You ignored every boundary I set.”

Her face pales.

“I'll text you when Theo goes back to his mom's,” I say. “Get in your car and leave.”

Chapter ten

Blaire

“He did not.” Jamie squeals.

I laugh as I pour us each a glass of wine. “He did.”

“He called you.”

“He was drunk.”

“He called you, while his girlfriend was inside?”

I nod and take a drink.

"That relationship is doomed."

I chuckle. "Probably. She lasted longer than most.”

She takes a long drink of wine. "So how was your date otherwise?"

"Johnathon is amazing." I slump further into my chair. "He's funny, successful, attractive."

"And?"

I stare down into my wine. "And we have another date tomorrow."

"Okay? So why do you look like it’s a funeral?”

I groan. "I don't know if I want to go."

"What do you mean you don't want to go?"

I spend a moment gathering my thoughts, because saying it out loud makes it real. “I think I’m still not over Simon.”

Jamie blinks at me several times.