Page 106 of Breaking Emily's Rules
Greg jumped up. “Aren’t you going to help me? I thought you wanted Nika and me to get married.”
I rose too. “Hear me out. I don’t care what you do, where you do it or who you do it with! You need to leave me alone and go live your life with Nika, or whoever you want. Send me a Christmas card but never talk to me again. I mean it, Greg!”
“All right. Relax. Wow, why do you have to be such a bitch?” Greg asked, laughing a little and turning to the other customers for support. “Right?”
Like a particularly gory horror movie, suddenly all I could see was red. Red everywhere I looked. My red hands curled into fists. And as though it now worked independently of the rest of my body, a red right fist rose up and shoved its way into Greg’s red stomach. Hard.
“Ooosh,” Greg said and buckled over.
“Now I’m a bitch.”
It would seem all eyes were now on me as Greg clutched his stomach.
“Why did you do that?”
I stared at my fist. “I don’t know, but it felt damn good!”
Greg slinked out of the shop, muttering to himself. Something about angry ex-fiancées and his horrible lot in life.
Men! They were forever trying to ruin my life. No more.
I turned to look at my fellow customers, lifting a fist. “Anyone else?”
One woman ran out the door with her coffees and the rest of the patrons looked away and went back to their coffee, tea and sandwiches. I sat back down next to Rachel, holding my right fist in my left hand.
“You might have to take me to the hospital. I think I broke something.”
CHAPTER27
Stone
“Here’s your coffee. I hope it’s perfect because I’m not going back there. Someone scared the crap out of me.” Sarah put the Styrofoam cup down on the kitchen table.
“Who was it?” Stone looked up from where he was installing the new granite countertop Sarah had ordered. Now he would need the name and description of this person. Sarah might be a pain in the ass, but she was still his sister, and as such, anyone who threatened her would meet with his wrath.
“It was this weird girl. I thought I was watchingThe Runaway Bride, except it was a Runaway Groom. Anyway, the girl who hit him—”
“Hit him?”
“I’m getting ahead of myself. I know you like a short story, so this weird girl punched the guy in the tux right in the stomach. Then, if you can believe this, she looked around and asked if anyone else would like a punch. I ran out of there.”
Guy in a tux? “Wait a minute. What did this girl look like?”
“Blond.”
“And what else?”
“What am I, your dating service? I thought you liked a short story.”
“Not in this case.” He needed details. What he wanted was an Emily fix since he’d been deprived of her for seven lousy, excruciating days.
“If you must know, she was my basic nightmare. Freaking gorgeous, big breasts, cupid bow lips. If it wasn’t for the fact I’m as straight as an arrow, I’d want to date her.”
“And she punched the guy in the tux?”
Sarah laughed. “Actually, it was pretty funny. She yelled at him before she punched him out. Said something like, ‘Get out of here, I hate your guts. Don’t call me.’ You know. The usual breakup drama.”
“Huh.” Sarah had either described Emily, or her dead ringer. He didn’t say another word but went back to the counter.
