Page 95 of Love Complicated

I wink, grinning when he turns his head to glance over his shoulder. “Why? I have your wife’s pussy for that.”

While I feel good about what I said, I shouldn’t have said that because guess who’s still watching us?

Grady. I’m an idiot.

He waits, about a minute, maybe and just about the time I’m picking up the clipboard, he smiles at me.

“I know what “fuck you” means.” Yep, he air quoted it. He smiles and watches Austin walk away. As soon as his dad’s out of sight, he looks up at me curiously and whispers, “What’s pussy?”

Aly’s going to murder me.

“It’s pie,” I tell him, never hesitating. “Come on.” I motion him forward with a flick of my wrist. “Let’s go practice some throws.”

Grady shrugs, following me downfield. “I like cherry pie. It’s my favorite.”

I bite back laughter, tossing the ball in the air carelessly as we walk. “Me too.”

I should have been nice, seeing how Aly’s son was watching us, but I should have been a lot of things I’m not. I’m angry and furious at Austin, and maybe a little at Aly for choosing that tool over me back when we were kids. I can’t say I wouldn’t have fucked up along the way, but I would have never cheated on her. I would have never put anything before her or our kids.

Our kids?

I’ve lost my mind.

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