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Gregsmiled and shook his head as he finished securing his seat belt. “Youdon’t have to apologize for that.Iknow he lied to you about being single, andIneeded to know he was cheating soIcould end things.”Hepatted me on the shoulder before putting the car in gear. “Pleasedon’t worry about it anymore.”
Iexhaled in relief. “Okay, thanks.Forwhat it’s worth, you deserve better.I’msorry he treated you that way.”
Gregthrew me a wicked grin. “Don’tworry.Hegot what was coming to him.Didn’tyou get a message from him on the dating app the next day?”
“No?Iclosed my account.Jaimewas kind of the last straw for me.”
Gregthrew me a commiserating look. “Iget it.”
“Sowhat did you do?”
Greggrinned again. “Jaimehad left his laptop at my place.Ifigured out his password.”Heshrugged. “Ipretended to be him and messaged everyone he’d been chatting with that he was confessing to being a cheater.ThenIreplaced his profile photo with one thatI’dwrittenI’ma cheateracross, andIreported him to the app admins for misrepresenting himself.”
Wow.Noteto self.Don’tpissGregoff for real.
Iwas saved from having to respond byGreg’sphone ringing.Thedashboard display proclaimedMomwas calling.Gregsighed and asked me, “Doyou mind ifIget this?I’llbe quick.”
“No, of course not.Goahead.”
Hesighed again, but louder this time, like he was bracing himself.Thenhe pushed a button on the steering wheel. “Hi,Mom.I’min the car with my friendFelix.”
Iheard a loud feminine gasp. “Yourfriend?Felix, are you a friend or afriend?”Icould almost hear her eyebrows waggling.
“Mom, he really is just a friend.He’sMalcolm’sboyfriend.”
Anothergasp. “Youdidn’t tell meMalcolmwas dating anyone.Felix,I’mGreg’smother,DelphiaShaw.CallmeDelphia.”
“Oh, hi.Niceto meet you, ma’am.”
Delphiamade a raspberry sound. “Noneof that ma’am stuff, even ifIam old enough to beGreggy’smother.”
“Mom!”Greg’seyes darted from the road to me and back again.Hepointed at me and hissed, “Youwill never speak of this toanyone!”
Itried not to laugh.Thelast person to be a “Greggy” wasGregoryShaw.
“Greggy,”Delphiasing-songed, giggling. “Icalled to tell you yourUncleEdgarwill be in your area next month, so he might drop by.”
Gregpressed his fingers to his temple. “Canhe call me first?YouknowIhate it when he shows up without warning.”
“I’llask him butIdoubt he’ll remember.”
Gregsighed. “I’llkeep an eye out for him.”Weturned ontoFosterandCraig’sstreet.Gregsaid, “Mom,I’vegot to go.We’reatCraigandFoster’shouse for game night.”
“Oh, tell those darling boysIsaid hello.Felix, it was so nice to meet you.”
“Youtoo,Delphia.”
Shehung up.Gregran his hand through his hair. “Sothat’s my mom.”
“Sheseems nice.”
Gregpulled in along the curb behind a pickup truck. “Sheis, andI’mlucky to have her.But....”
“Butshe drives you crazy?”
“Hah.Andthen some.”
Hehopped out of theSUVand came around to take the cupcakes from me soIcould get out.Heurged me to precede him up the walkway toCraigandFoster’sfront door.
