“I believe in commitment.”
“But not love?”
He dodged my question. “Beth is a good girl. She’ll find someone good.”
“Jackson,” someone yelled from off camera. I watched as he looked to his left and then nodded. I could hear a female voice.
“Come on. We’re ready to go. Cheap shots at the local.”
“I’m talking to Emily.”
“But you’re coming right?”
“Probably not. I haven’t slept in 35 hours.”
“When has that ever stopped you?”
I watched as a female figure walked behind him. She bent down, put her arm around Jackson’s shoulder. It was fucking Harper smiling at me, all friendly, looking into the camera with her big brown eyes. What was she doing there? Was she actually on a mission with him? I crossed my arms in front of my chest, feeling instantly defensive.
“Hi, Emily.”
“Hi,” I said through gritted teeth.
“You don’t mind if we steal Jackson? The party isn’t a party until he comes out.”
She looked down at Jackson, her face practically touching his. Her arm, however casual, was still around his shoulder.
She looked up and winked at me. It was that wink that made me want to scream. She knew what she was doing. This wasn’t harmless, friendly fun. This was her declaring her intentions on my husband. A husband I barely knew.
My voice sounded wooden. “No, absolutely. You guys should go out.”
She stood up. “Nice seeing you, Emily.”
Jackson said something to her off camera that I couldn’t hear. I felt so hurt and pissed that I was practically crying.
“You should go.”
“Emily.”
“Have a good night.”
I clicked the off button and tossed the iPad onto the bed. Tears burned my eyes.
My Skype rang again. I wiped my tears from my face and opened the screen, but I didn’t say anything. We stared at each other. Both of us pissed off in our own right.
He swallowed. “You hung up on me.”
I sniffed.
“You’re mad I’m going out.”
“No, by all means. Go out drinking with your ex, Harper.”
“She’s not the only one who’s going to be there.”
“She winked at me!”
“Harper winks at everyone. That’s her thing.”