Page 24 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
If I have my way, it’s only the beginning.
“Not anymore?” I ask, as if I don’t know.
She shakes her head. “I think he’d do way better at the Tilt-a-Whirl.” Her lips curve up a bit and—holy crap. The girl’s smile iswicked.
She arches a brow. “Don’t you?”
I’m laughing now at the thought of Grayson cleaning up puke at the ride every employee knows is the worst assignment. I rock back on my heels as I pretend to consider it. “You know, I think he’d be a perfect fit for that ride.”
She laughs too, and there’s some disbelief there, like she can’t believe she even thought of it.
I’m not so sure she’ll even go through with it.
The girl is gooder than good.
Maybe she’s thinking something similar because her laugh trails off and her smile dies. She stares down at the softball in her hand like she’s not sure how it got there.
I move closer to her and nudge her arm with my elbow to try and get her out of her head. “See? You have a plan for tomorrow. It’s a start.”
She gives a little scoff. “Yeah. But what do I do after that? I can’t avoid him forever.”
I shake my head like I don’t have an answer. But...I do have an idea. It’s a crazy idea, and one she’ll probably never go along with.
But there’s no way I’m going to hit her with it now. Not when she’s still reeling. She has to figure out her own mind first. The girl has to get through the shock. And then...
Well, then, maybe we’ll talk.
“What am I going to do?” She says it so quietly, I know she’s not asking me.
But my idea is right there, on my mind, front and center like it has been for days now. Earlier tonight, I’d even tested it out. How Grayson would respond to his best friend making a move on his girl.
He didn’t even think it was possible. The cocky ass couldn’t even conceive of it. Which meant…he’d never see it coming.
But I shove the thought aside for now. I’m not gonna push Bailey when she’s still so obviously in shock. She’s not herself tonight, and taking advantage of that would be a total dick move.
She’s turning the ball in her hands, lost in thought about how she’s going to handle this. What she’s going to say to Grayson...
An idea occurs to me and it makes my stomach plummet. “Do you think you can forgive him?”
Please say no.
For the love of all that’s holy, seeing Grayson come through this unscathed and with Bailey still fawning all over him...
I run a hand through my hair and take a deep breath, holding it until she answers.
“I don’t know.” She turns and meets my gaze and the force of the impact hits me in the gut. She frowns and then she shakes her head. “I don’t think so.”
I hate the satisfaction that swells in my chest.
I don’t want to sway her. Well, Idobut I won’t. But if Grayson ends up with Bailey Tucker after all he’s done, well—there’s officially no justice in this world.
I know, I know. Life’s not fair. But there should be some karma, right? And while we might not be able to control outside crap like the weather and freak accidents, wecandecide if people are forgiven.
We can choose how to respond when someone screws us over.
I steal the ball from her hand, ignoring her surprised “hey!” as I wind up…and throw it as hard as I can.
Thwack.
