Page 19 of How to Ruin Your Ex's Wedding
And I know everything about this dweeb now.
“He builds computers or something?” I ask.
“Hunter is a software engineer. He just sold his app for —”
“Like five billion, right?”
“Twenty-five million.”
“Oh, bummer. Well, that’s almost like five billion.” I chuckle. It’s disingenuous as hell. “Still, I’m sure that’s enough to keep you in the lap of luxury for a least a couple years, right?”
She pushes at my chest. “Twenty-five million is a lot of money, Pax.”
I tighten my hold on her hips, angling my fingers just a bit to graze the curve of her ass.
She still has a great ass.
“I mean, it’s not five billion, but yeah, it’s a lot.”
“You can let me go now,” she says, dropping her hands from my chest.
“You sure? Wouldn’t want you falling.”
“I’m good,” she says with a huff as she pushes at me again. This time, I let her go. She stumbles slightly. I can’t stop the grin from sneaking onto my face.
“Such a child.” She rolls her eyes as she says it.
“Takes one to know one, baby.”
“Tabatha? Are you okay?” Hugo-Howie-Hunter Limp-pimple-cock heads toward us, concerned look on his face.
“Fine,” she says. “I just ran into someone, not important. Let’s go.” She takes his arm and spins him around to head back toward the front door.
“Bye!” I yell after them. She flips me off behind her back, making me laugh. It’s nice to know I can still get a rise out of her. I head back to our table where Gregor is signing an autograph for a young boy. He ruffles the kid’s hair before he leaves and tells him to stay in school and eat his veggies.
I take my seat and a long drink of my beer.
“Was that thelovelyMs. Tabatha Seton you had cornered over there?” Gregor uses the word lovely, but what he really means ishorrid.
“It was indeed,” I reply.
“Interesting,” he says, drawing the word out and stroking his beard.
“Why?”
“Well, I’m just saying, the day you get back to town and find out about her engagement, we happen to run into her. What are the chances? Hey, maybe it’s fate letting you know to reclaim your woman.” He scoffs., even though he’s a big believer in fate. His favorite chick flick isSerendipity.
I, however, am not.
“It’s not fate. Pull your man card out of your vagina. She’s not my woman. She’s engaged to someone else. We’ve both moved on.”
“Bullshit.” Gregor fake coughs the word behind his hand.
“I’vemoved on,” I say, even though we both know I pretty much haven’t.
“Double bullshit.” Gregor fake coughs again to prove it.
“Fuck off, dude.”
