Page 29 of Our Broken Pieces
Linc looks at me, confused. “It’s a real word. I lost money on it.”
“Alright, jollificate in the back seat here.” She climbs in, flopping down in the seat and buckles her seatbelt. I get in the passenger seat as Linc walks around the front of the car.
After he turns on the car, he looks back at Gigi, then at me. “What the hell happened today? It’s barely seven p.m.”
“We’ll talk about it later.” I look out the window as Linc drives us home.
We pull into my driveway, and I look back at a passed out Gigi in the back seat. I hand him my keys.
“Unlock the door for me. I’m going to carry her in.”
I unbuckle her seatbelt and pull her into my arms. As I stand upright, I realize just how small she is. I lift more than what she weighs at the gym. I carefully make my way through the front door, Linc closing it behind me. I walk her down the halland lay her down on the guest bed. Well, her bed now, for the foreseeable future.
I look down at her and run my hands through my hair. What sort of mess did we get ourselves into this evening?
I pull off her Converse, smiling when I see her Mickey Mouse socks, and she rolls to her side, softly snoring. I grab a throw blanket from the closet and cover her up.
Closing the door, I walk out to the kitchen. Linc is sitting at the island and stares at me while I grab water from the fridge.
“I see boxes. Gigi’s car is in your driveway, you were both day drinking, which means you didn’t work this afternoon. Want to tell me what’s going on?”
I sit beside him, taking a long drink. “It’s a long story.”
“I have time. Millie was asleep when I left.”
“The asshole cheated on her.”
He shifts to face me in his seat. “Are you serious?”
I nod. “After dinner last night, I dropped her off, and she found him in their bed with one of her employees.”
I see his fist flex on the counter. “Have you beat the shit out of him yet?”
“With how much of an asshole he is, he would probably have me arrested if I touched him.”
“If her stuff is here, is she staying with you?”
“Yeah.”
He slaps my back. “Thank you for taking care of her. Guess I understand the drunken state you both found yourself in this afternoon.”
I take another drink of water, pausing before I tell him the idiotic idea I agreed to.
“I’m going to tell you something, and I expect you to keep it to yourself until we tell the group.”
Linc looks at me, concerned. “You can trust me.”
I turn to look at him. “Gigi volunteered to marry me so I can take over the business.”
Linc’s eyes go wide. “Um, repeat that?”
“We’re going to get married.”
“Like a fake marriage?”
“Yeah.”
“God fucking damn their books.”
