Page 105 of How to Ruin Your Ex's Wedding
“No,” I say. “He bought that place after we divorced and moved back here. I was still living in Los Angeles. I have no idea where he lives.”
“Okay,” Maisey says. “Coming right up.” She calls Gregor again and gets Pax’s address for me. We know there isn’t another ferry for at least a half an hour, so there’s a little time to finish our champagne. Even though part of me wants to go pace on the ferry dock waiting for the next one to depart.
“So, what’s the story with Gregor,” Angela asks Maisey, who in turn blushes a delightful shade of pink.
“I’ve never met anyone like him,” she gushes. “I mean, he’s just so nice.”
I almost choke on my champagne at that. But then I remember I’m giving Igor BigJerksy another chance, starting by no longer calling him Igor BigJerksy. And that’s in large part due to how happy Gregor seems to make Maisey. Even though it’s only been a week.
Maisey keeps talking. “He’s completely okay with my daughter. Even though I won’t introduce them for a while. And he’s funny. Smart. Charming.”
“We still talking about Gregor?” I joke.
Maisey laughs. “He said that you guys have a checkered past.”
“That’s one way to put it,” Crystal adds.
“I’m going to have to get along with him if Pax and I get back together,” I say.
“Especially if he and I start dating.” Maisey blushes. “You and I are friends now, you can’t take it back. You’re stuck with me.”
I smile at her. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“When you and Pax get back together,” Angela says to me.
“Huh?” I ask her.
“You said if you and Pax get back together. I’m saying when you do.”
I nod in agreement, grab my wrap and clutch, and put my heels back on. “Is it too early to head to the ferry?”
“Not at all,” Crystal says. “If nothing else, it will make us feel like we are doing something productive.”
“Will you guys come with me?”
“Of course,” Angela says. “But if shit gets all touchy-feely between you two, I’m out of there.”
“Ditto,” Crystal says.
I laugh.
Maisey gets a text. “Gregor says he’ll meet us at the ferry dock if we want, but that he’s not telling Pax what you are doing.”
“Is it better if it’s a surprise?” I ask.
“Yes,” the girls say in unison.
And with that, we head out. Three badass chicks and a jilted bride, all dressed to the nines and on a mission to get the guy for the girl.
32
Pax
The ferry ride back to Seattle took a hell of a lot longer than the allotted twenty minutes they claim, I’m sure of it. I’m also certain full years of my life passed before we reached land. Then I still had to wait for the ferry to take me in the other direction to Port Orchard. Fucking waterlogged state with no bridges. Normal places have bridges. Washington has ferries.
I pace the walkway, waiting to dock.
Once we dock, I pace the terminal, waiting to board.
