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He wrinkles his nose. “Jack ass. You know I would. But don’t expect me to give best wishes to the happy couple.”
I can’t hide my laughter any more, and reach across to lightly slap his good shoulder. “You’re fine, man. No church music here. Hell, she barely talks to me.”
Last night it was more like a moan, but I guess that moment has passed.
Scott delivers our pizzas, giving us a chance to chew in contemplative silence.
“What’s your next move?” Blue tugs a new piece before threading the melting cheese into his mouth.
“I gotta get my daughter.” Damn.
That feels weird to say.
“But what about the guy that has her? Think he’s hurting her?” His brows raise in a “look”.
One I recognize.
“I’ll do anything to get her back. If he’s smart, he hasn’t touched a hair on her head.” I’ve never met her, yet there’s a driving new sense of protectivity over her.
She’s a part of Maria and a part of Elena.
Two people I care about, more than I want to admit.
His lips purse as he nods. “I get that.” Dropping the lid over the cooling remainder of his meal, he finishes the last swallow of his beer.
When he stands, he pauses. “I hope you find happiness. I’ll be there to help, no matter what.”
“Thanks, Blue. Tell Libby I said ‘hi’.” I stretch out my legs and contemplate having one more slice.
Val is the one who shows up to take the empty glass. Her bright hair is in twin pigtails falling on either side of her face.
“Any progress on finding the girl?” Val’s always been one to cut to the quick.
“Getting closer. Hopefully it blows wide open soon.” I decide against the last piece, closing up my box.
“Still have your girlfriend living with you?” Her hip tilts holding the shallow bin with the dishes.
“She’s not my—”
“Wade. I’ve known you for like…twenty years.” Her long purple nail circles as she points at me. “I can tell you got lucky. It’s written all over your face.” She leans closer, dropping hervoice. “You know the bad side of people, I know the good. I’m happy for you.”
I can feel my mouth drop. “Well, she fucking hates me, so you need to tune up on those skills of yours,” I grumble.
Her laughter is loud and throaty, making other patrons glance our way. “She’s fiery, but definitely doesn’t hate you. I’d bet she’d be jealous as hell knowing you’re here.” Val winks, turning away.
“Doubt that.” I gather my leftovers and stand, pushing in my chair.
“Bet me,” she says over her shoulder. “If not, see if she’s looking for a job.”
I can still hear her giggling as she disappears behind the bar through the swinging doors to the kitchen.
Elena? Jealous of Val?
Hardly.
Maybe?
Own me
