“I unblocked your number,” he said. “If you could unblock mine, I would appreciate it.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll be in touch. I still need to talk to you.”
She nodded. As she watched him leave, she wished she could be there when he talked with Ashley, because it was probably going to be a real ass-ripper. She hoped so, anyway.
Her phone rang again, disrupting her rather pleasant daydream. With a sigh, she returned to her desk and answered it with an impatient, “Andrea, I know my appointment’s here—”
“Was that really your ex-husband?”
Paige rolled her eyes, even though Andrea couldn’t see her. “Yes, that was my ex-husband, David.”
There was a moment of silence and then Andrea said, “That’s why no ‘Davids’.”
“That’s why.”
“I didn’t know you’d ever been married.”
“Yes. For seven years.”
“Well, that’s … really interesting.”
“Yeah. Interesting’s the right word.”
“He’s even hotter than Ed Sheeran. And I don’t say that lightly.”
“I totally agree with you,” Paige said with amusement, then disconnected the call. God, she loved Andrea.
Then, deciding her clients could wait another minute, she grabbed her cell phone and texted Jules.
PAIGE: Guess who just ambushed me at work?
JULES: David?
PAIGE: Good guess.
JULES: He’s coming dangerously close to having a hit put out on him.
PAIGE: Take it easy, Dan Corleone.
JULES: It’s Don Corleone, not Dan. Because he’s a ‘Don’, which is the head of a crime family.Capisce?
PAIGE: Jeez, Icapisce.
JULES: So what happened?
PAIGE: Too much to text. Why don’t we talk after work?
JULES: Over a drink?
PAIGE: Better make it two.
Chapter 34
“Fucking Ashley,” David muttered, as he started his car and began the drive home, dreading getting there almost as much as he looked forward to it.
He and Ashley were going to have a conversation.